Diana Gabaldon · @Writer_DG
1st Mar 2014 from TwitLonger
#DailyLines #MOBY #WRITTENInMYOwnHEARTSBlood #Book8 #OutJUNE10th #billet-doux
“What are ye smiling at, Mother Claire?” Marsali inquired, observing me with the letter in hand. She smiled, teasing. “Has someone sent ye a _billet-doux_?”
“Oh, something of the sort,” I said, folding it up. “You wouldn’t know where Jamie is just now, would you?”
She closed one eye to assist thought, keeping the other on Henri-Christian, who was industriously blacking his father’s best boots—and a good deal of himself in the process.
“He said he was going wi’ Young Ian to see a man about a horse,” she said, “and then to the docks.”
“The docks?” I said in surprise. “Did he say why?”
She shook her head. “I could maybe guess, though. That’ll do, Henri! A _Dhia_, the state of you! Go find one o’ your sisters and tell her to wash your hands for ye, aye?”
Henri looked at his hands, as though astonished to find them completely black.
“_Oui, maman_,” he said, and cheerfully wiping them on his breeches, scampered out into the kitchen, bellowing, “Felicitè! Come wash me!” at the top of his lungs.
“Why?” I asked, moving closer and lowering my voice slightly—for obviously she’d got rid of Henri-Christian on the little pitchers/big ears principle.