Date Posted:Wed, July 10 2024, 18:48:48 Author:kgp Subject: QOTD for Thursday, July 11, 2024
The following quotation is from A Breath Of Snow And Ashes by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 36 Winter Wolves
Ian stood a moment longer, looking toward the house where his Emily was. His face felt hot, fevered with urgency. He burned harsh and bright, like a coal, but he could feel the heat seeping out of him into the cold sky, and his heart turning slowly black. Finally, he slapped his palm against his thigh and turned away into the forest, walking fast, the dog padding big and soundless by his side.
“Hail Mary, full of grace . . . “ He paid no attention to where he was going, praying under his breath, but aloud, for the comfort of his own voice in the silent dark.
Ought he be praying to one of the Mohawk spirits, he wondered? Would they be angry that he spoke to his old God, to God’s mother? Might they take revenge for such a slight, on his wife and child?
The child is dead already. He had no notion where that knowledge came from, but he knew it was so, as surely as if someone had spoken the words to him aloud. The knowledge was dispassionate, not yet food for grief; only a fact he knew to be true - and was appalled to know it.
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I always felt one of the women told him and told him to go, at least for that moment. And then it became obvious the tribe thought he WAS the problem and abandoned him. I was really, really glad his story with the Fraser’s wasn’t done. -- Kathy in PA, Thu, July 11 2024, 12:38:12
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When I reread it more carefully I agree with you. He was still praying for both; and the way the words were written in italics and “he didn’t know where the thought came from”. -- Kathy in PA, Fri, July 12 2024, 3:18:34