This is Part I from this Passage, Part II is “Neither of us whole again”
The whole Scene:
“What d’ye think of this place, Sassenach?” he asked.“I think it’s beautiful. Don’t you?”He nodded, looking down between the trees, where a gentle slope full of wild hay and timothy fell away and rose again in a line of willows that fringed the distant river.“I am thinking,” Jamie said, a little awkwardly. “There is the spring here in the wood. That meadow below—” He waved a hand toward the scrim of alders that screened the ridge from the grassy slope. “It would do for a few beasts at first, and then the land nearer the river might be cleared and put in crops. The rise of the land here is good for drainage. And here, see…” Caught by visions, he rose to his feet, pointing.I looked carefully; to me, the place seemed little different from any of the steep wooded slopes and grassy coves through which we had wandered for the last couple of days. But to Jamie, with his farmer’s eye, houses and stock pens and fields sprang up like fairy mushrooms in the shadows of the trees.Happiness was sticking out all over him, like porcupine quills. My heart felt like lead in my chest.“You’re thinking we might settle here, then? Take the Governor’s offer?”He looked at me, stopping abruptly in his speculations.“We might,” he said. “If—”He broke off and looked sideways at me. Sun-reddened as he was, I couldn’t tell whether he was flushed with sun or shyness.“D’ye believe in signs at all, Sassenach?”“What sorts of signs?” I asked guardedly.In answer, he bent, plucked a sprig from the ground, and dropped it into my hand—the dark green leaves like small round Chinese fans, a pure white flower on a slender stem, and on another a half-ripe berry, its shoulders pale with shade, blushing crimson at the tip.“This. It’s ours, d’ye see?” he said.“Ours?”“The Frasers’, I mean,” he explained. One large, blunt finger gently prodded the berry. “Strawberries ha’ always been the emblem of the clan—it’s what the name meant, to start with, when a Monsieur Fréselière came across from France wi’ King William that was—and took hold of land in the Scottish mountains for his trouble.”King William that was. William the Conqueror, that was. Perhaps not the oldest of the Highland clans, the Frasers had still a distinguished heritage.“Warriors from the start, were you?”“And farmers, too.” The doubt in his eyes was fading into a smile.I didn’t say what I was thinking, but I knew well enough that the thought must lie in his mind as well. There was no more of clan Fraser save scattered fragments, those who had survived by flight, by stratagem or luck. The clans had been smashed at Culloden, their chieftains slaughtered in battle or murdered by law.Yet here he stood, tall and straight in his plaid, the dark steel of a Highland dirk by his side. Warrior and farmer both. And if the soil beneath his feet was not that of Scotland, it was free air that he breathed—and a mountain wind that stirred his hair, lifting copper strands to the summer sun.I smiled up at him, fighting back my growing dismay.“Fréselière, eh? Mr. Strawberry? He grew them, did he, or was he only fond of eating them?”“Either or both,” he said dryly, “or it was maybe only that he was redheided, aye?”I laughed, and he hunkered down beside me, unpinning his plaid.“It’s a rare plant,” he said, touching the sprig in my open hand. “Flowers, fruit and leaves all together at the one time. The white flowers are for honor, and red fruit for courage—and the green leaves are for constancy.”My throat felt tight as I looked at him.“They got that one right,” I said.He caught my hand in his own, squeezing my fingers around the tiny stem.“And the fruit is the shape of a heart,” he said softly, and bent to kiss me.
The tears were near the surface; at least I had a good excuse for the one that oozed free. He dabbed it away, then stood up and pulled his belt loose, letting the plaid fall in folds around his feet. Then he stripped off shirt and breeks and smiled down at me, naked.“There’s no one here,” he said. “No one but us.”I would have said this seemed no reason, but I felt what it was he meant. We had been for days surrounded by vastness and threat, the wilderness no farther away than the pale circle of our fire. Yet here, we were alone together, part and parcel of the place, with no need in broad daylight to hold the wilderness at bay.“In the old days, men would do this, to give fertility to the fields,” he said, giving me a hand to rise.“I don’t see any fields.” And wasn’t sure whether to hope I never would. Nonetheless, I skimmed off my buckskin shirt, and pulled loose the knot of my makeshift brassiere. He eyed me with appreciation.“Well, no doubt I shall have to cut down a few trees first, but that can wait, aye?”We made a bed of plaid and cloaks, and lay down upon it naked, skin to skin among the yellow grasses and the scent of balsam and wild strawberries.We touched each other for what might have been a very long time or no time at all, together in the garden of earthly delight. I forced away the thoughts that had plagued me up the mountain, determined only to share his joy for as long as it lasted. I grasped him tight and he breathed in deep and pressed himself hard into my hand.“And what would Eden be without a serpent?” I murmured, fingers stroking.His eyes creased into blue triangles, so close I could see the black of his pupils.“And will ye eat wi’ me, then, mo chridhe? Of the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of Good and Evil?”I put out the tip of my tongue and drew it along his lower lip in answer. He shivered under my fingers, though the air was warm and sweet.“Je suis prest,” I said. “Monsieur Fréselière.”His head bent and his mouth fastened on my nipple, swollen as one of the tiny ripe berries.“Madame Fréselière,” he whispered back. “Je suis à votre service.”And then we shared the fruit and flowers, and the green leaves covering all.
I loved this part of this chapter and the references to the Clan origins. Thanks for sharing.…love your blog.
yes love this part also..its the first view of Frasers Ridge and the first Time Jamie feel something like “Home” again after Lallybroch. Glad you like it. LG Heike Ginger