Quotes About Loyalty

Or perhaps I should say—what England wants." He held out a glass to Grey, smiling. "For one can hardly separate your interests from those of your country, can one? In fact, I confess that you have always seemed to me to be England, John.

Put not your trust in princes'?

There was no other means of anesthesia available, and I could under no circumstances do it with a conscious patient. Above all, Myers had asked me to do it. I sought Jamie's face, wanting advice. He was there, standing beside me, and saw the question in my eyes. Well, he'd

You call her 'Dame Blanche,' " Jamie said, between his teeth. "I call her wife! Let her face be the last that ye see, then!

No matter what," he whispered, "no matter where. No matter whether you're there to hear or not—I'll always sing for you.

I would ask the one thing of ye, lad—let it be the English. Not your ain folk.

It wasn't stubbornness, nor even loyalty, that had made Willie insist on staying at the Ridge. It was love of John Grey, and fear of his loss. And it was the same love that made the boy weep in the night, desperate with worry for his father.

You asked me if I thought it was worth it. I don't know. But it is my duty, regardless.

For a moment, half blinded by dirt, I couldn't see Jamie at all. Then I spotted him. He was under the bear, one arm locked around its neck, his head tucked into the joint of the shoulder just under the drooling jaws.

Nothing will harm ye while there is breath in my body, a nighean donn. Nothing.

And Claire Ã¢â'¬Â¦ His mouth went dry. Claire was, so far as anyone in Philadelphia knew, the wife of Lord John Grey, a very visible Loyalist. And Jamie himself had just removed John Grey's protection from her, leaving her alone and helpless in a city about to explode. How long did he have before the British left the city? No one at the table knew.

tethered . . . "What about it, owd lass?" he asked the mare, in the

earth that would make him humiliate himself in that fashion before the Sergeant. "Write. It. Down." The Sergeant bit off the words between his teeth.

The wean might be about to fall face-first into the fire, but nobody—save maybe Ian—was going to know it, if it killed him. Ian

followed obediently in her shimmering

I swear to thee, friend, and may God Almighty bear me witness. For the sake of your love to me, never shall those that are yours go wanting, while I have aught to give.

I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you. And

You may," Tom Byrd corrected, entering with his hands full of grooming implements, "once I've put his lordship's hair to rights." He fixed Grey with a minatory eye. "You're not a-going in to dinner like that, me lord, and don't you think it. You sit down there." He pointed sternly to a stool, and Lieutenant-Colonel Grey, commander of His Majesty's forces in Jamaica, meekly obeyed the dictates of his twenty-one-year-old valet.

Major MacDonald," he replied, with

You, of all people, must appreciate the force of the Hieland charge!" Jamie looked up at that, and regarded MacDonald for a long moment before replying. "Aye, well. Ye were behind the cannon at Culloden, Donald. I was in front of them. With a sword in my hand.

I am forsworn for the lives of those I love - I betray the names of honor that those I honor may survive.

For a friend, John," he said. "And if I'll take your friendship—and your damned boat!—then you'll take mine, and keep quiet. Aye?

I'll try verra hard, John." The Governor sat down, wearily. There were deep circles under his eyes, and his impeccable linen was wilted; obviously he had not changed his clothes from the day before. "All right. I don't know where you're going, and it's likely better I don't. But if you can, keep out of the sealanes north of Antigua. I sent a boat this morning, to ask for as many men as the barracks there can supply, marines and sailors both.

The greylag mate for life. If ye kill a grown goose, hunting, ye must always wait, for the mate will come to mourn. Then ye must kill the second, too, for otherwise it will grieve itself to death, calling through the skies for the lost one.