“‘How did you get me in bed?’
‘I didn’t. I couldn’t budge you, so I just laid a quilt over you and left you on the hearth. You came to life and crawled in under your own power, somewhere in the middle of the night.’
He seemed surprised, and opened the other eye again.
‘I did?’
I nodded and tried to smooth down the hair that spiked out over his left ear.
‘Oh, yes. Very single-minded, you were.’
‘Single-minded?’ He frowned, thinking, and stretched, thrusting his arms up over his head. Then he looked startled.
‘No. I couldn’t have.’
‘Yes, you could. Twice.’
He squinted down his chest, as though looking for confirmation of this improbable statement, then looked back at me.
‘Really? Well, that’s hardly fair; I dinna remember a thing about it.’”
