Ah," said MacLeod, satisfaction spreading itself across his weathered features. "It is so, then, that you know all the songs of the Highlands and the Isles?" "Not all," said Roger, smiling. "But many-and I will learn more." "Do that," said MacLeod, nodding slowly. "Do that, Singer-and teach them to your sons." His eye lighted on Brianna, and a faint smile curled on his lips. "Let them sing to my sons, that they will know the place they came from-though they will never see it." One
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ The Fiery Cross ]
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