Date Posted:Sat, March 09 2024, 7:20:39 Author:kgp Subject: QOTD for Saturday, March 9, 2024. Highland Ball Weekend here. One blasted thing to scratch off my list. Cuccu.
The following quotation is from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 102 Postpartum
“Your mother,” he began, and cleared his throat again.
When Roger had finished, Buck sat in silence for some time, blinking at the last slice of bacon, drying in the pan.
“Jesus,” he said, but not in tones of shock. More a deep interest, Roger thought, with some unease. Buck glanced up at Roger, speculation in his moss-green eyes. “And what d’ye ken about my father, then?”
“More than I can tell ye in a few minutes, and we should be on our way.” Roger got up, brushing crumbs off his knees. “I don’t want to try explaining our presence to any of those hairy buggers. My Old English isn’t what it used to be.”
“ ‘Sumer is icumen in,” Buck said, with a glance at the leafless, wind-blasted saplings precariously rooted in the cliff’s crevices. “ ‘Lhude sing cuccu.’ Aye, let’s go.”
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