Diana Gabaldon · @Writer_DG
28th Jan 2014 from TwitLonger
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“Will thee stop repeating everything I say?” Rachel demanded. “I was attempting to pay thee a compliment—while, as thy friend, lamenting the end thy roosterishness will surely bring thee to. Whether thy companions are whores or not—and whether thee pays for their company--is irrelevant to the matter.”
“Irre—“ William began in indignation, but choked the word off before he could be further accused of repetition. “I don’t bloody pay them!”
“Irrelevant,” she repeated, doing it herself, by God! “Thee has behaved in exactly the same way on my own behalf, after all.”
“You—“ He stopped abruptly. “I have?”
She exhaled strongly, eyeing him in a manner suggesting that she would have kicked him in the shins or stamped on his toes if not reminded of her Quaker principles.
“Twice,” she said, elaborately polite. “The occasions were so negligible, I suppose—or I was—that thee has forgotten?”
“Remind me,” he said dryly, and ripping a chunk from the torn lining of his coat, used it to wipe the mud—and blood, he saw—from his face.
She snorted briefly, but obliged.
“Does thee not recall the odious creature who attacked us in that dreadful place on the road to New York?”
“Oh, that.” His belly clenched in recollection. “I didn’t exactly do it on your account. Nor did I have much choice in the matter. He bloody tried to cave my head in with an ax.”
“Hmph. I think thee has some fatal attraction for ax-wielding maniacs,” she said, frowning at him. “That Mr. Bug actually _did_ hit thee in the head with an ax. But when thee killed him later, it was to protect me and Ian from a similar fate, was it not?”
“Hmph,” he said, a little crossly. “How do you know it wasn’t just revenge for his attacking _me_?”
“Thee may be a rooster, but thee is not a vengeful rooster,” she said reprovingly.