Outlander - Diana Gabaldon [217]
“Aye, it is. I used to come up here sometimes, when I was at the Castle before.”
He pointed across the loch, dimpling under the beat of the rain.
“D’ye see the notch there, between those two craigs?”
“In the mountains? Yes.”
“That’s the way to Lallybroch. When I’d feel lonely for my home, sometimes I’d come up here and look that way. I’d imagine flying like a corbie across that pass, and the look of the hills and the fields, falling down the other side of the mountain, and the manor house at the end of the valley.”
I touched him gently on the arm.
“Do you want to go back, Jamie?”
He turned his head and smiled down at me.
“Well, I’ve been thinking of it. I don’t know if I want to, precisely, but I think we must. I canna say what we’ll find there, Sassenach. But…aye. I’m wed now. You’re lady of Broch Tuarach. Outlaw or no, I need to go back, even if just long enough to set things straight.”
I felt a thrill, compounded of relief and apprehension, at the thought of leaving Leoch and its assorted intrigues.
“When will we go?”
He frowned, drumming his fingers on the parapet. The stone was dark and slick with rain.
“Well, I think we must wait for the Duke to come. It’s possible that he might see his way to doing Colum a favor by taking up my case. If he cannot get me cleared, he might be able to arrange a pardon. There’d be a good deal less danger in going back to Lallybroch, then, ye see.”
“Well, yes, but…” He glanced sharply at me as I hesitated.
“What is it, Sassenach?”
I took a deep breath. “Jamie…if I tell you something will you promise not to ask me how I know?”
He took me by both arms, looking down into my face. The rain misted his hair and small droplets ran down the sides of his face. He smiled at me.
“I told you that I wouldna ask for anything that ye dinna wish to tell me. Yes, I promise.”
“Let’s sit down. You shouldn’t be standing on that foot so long.”
We made our way to the wall where the overhanging slates of the roof sheltered a small dry patch of pavement, and settled ourselves comfortably, backs against the wall.
“All right, Sassenach. What is it?” Jamie asked.
“The Duke of Sandringham,” I said. I bit my lip. “Jamie, don’t trust him. I don’t know everything about him myself, but I do know—there’s something about him. Something wrong.”
“You know about that?” He looked surprised.
Now it was my turn to stare.
“You mean you know about him already? Have you met him?” I was relieved. Perhaps the mysterious links between Sandringham and the Jacobite cause were much better known than Frank and the vicar had thought.
“Oh, aye. He was here, visiting, when I was sixteen. When I…left.”
“Why did you leave?” I was curious, remembering suddenly what Geillis Duncan had said when first I’d met her in the wood. The odd rumor that Jamie was the real father of Colum’s son Hamish. I knew myself that he wasn’t, couldn’t have been—but I was quite possibly the only person in the Castle who did know. A suspicion of that sort could easily have led to Dougal’s earlier attempt on Jamie’s life—if in fact that’s what the attack at Carryarick had been.
“It wasn’t because of…the lady Letitia, was it?” I asked with some hesitation.
“Letitia?” His startled astonishment was plain, and something inside me that I hadn’t known was clenched suddenly relaxed. I hadn’t really thought there was anything to Geilie’s supposition, but still.…
“What on earth makes ye mention Letitia?” Jamie asked curiously. “I lived at the Castle for a year, and had speech of her maybe once that I remember, when she called me to her chamber and gave me the raw side of her tongue for leading a game of shinty through her rose garden.”
I told him what Geilie had said, and he laughed, breath misting in the cool, rainy air.
“God,” he said, “as though I’d have the nerve!”
“You don’t think Colum suspected any such thing, do you?” I asked.
He shook his head decidedly.
“No, I don’t, Sassenach. If he had any inkling of such a thing, I wouldna have lived to be seventeen, let alone achieve the ripe old age of three-and-twenty.