"Aye. I hated while I gave.... But I don't hate now. I don't hate myself. Ian!"
The fire played, the fire sang.
Alexander spoke: "Now your bodily danger again—You've put your head into the lion's mouth!"
"That lion weighs nothing here."
"I am glad that you came. But now I wish to see you go!"
"Yes, I must go."
"Is it back to France?"
"Yes—or to America. I do not know. I have thought of that. But here, first, I thought that I should go to White Farm."
"It would add risk. I do not think that it is needed."
"Jarvis Barrow—"