![]() ![]() Ready for the possibilities a new fish offered for entertainment, but without the energy to include the more physical sorts of entertainment. Everyone was tired, but happy to sit down, looking forward to their supper and the daily ration of whatever was going in the way of drink. Jamie’d picked a good time of day to turn up, Ian thought. Plainly they couldn’t talk now, but he gave Jamie a quick private nod, took half the equipment from him, and then led him to the fire, to be introduced to the others. ![]() “Ye’ll need a bit to eat, aye? Come on, then.” “Jesus!” he began, startled, but then coughed and said, “Jesus, man, it’s good to see ye.” He patted Jamie’s back gently and let go. Ian seized Jamie in embrace, and felt him stiffen and draw in his breath at the same instant he felt the bandages beneath Jamie’s shirt. ![]() “Ian.” Jamie looked so relieved at seeing him that Ian thought he might break into tears. Ian reached him in three paces and took him by the arm before he could fall over. Jamie was standing by the armorer’s wagon, his arms full of the bits and pieces Armand had just given him, white as milk and swaying back and forth like a reed on Loch Awe. The fact that he was seeing Jamie Fraser’s face at all was evidence enough of that, never mind the look of the man. Ian Murray knew from the moment he saw his best friend’s face that something terrible had happened. ![]()
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