My love is given to no one,’ said Lymond. ‘To neither man, woman or child. Duty, friendship, compassion I do owe to many. But love I offer to none.
My dear, my dear,’ said Kate, but to herself. ‘I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.
My dear man,’ said Lymond, ‘he was keeping the numbers down. If we hadn’t taken precautions the whole of the noble Order of St John would be disporting itself at St Mary’s under the delusion that it w...
My God, he must be a good man with his fists.’‘Lymond?’ said Danny sweetly.‘Lord Culter. I assume,’ Ludovic said. ‘At least, he was the last person up the stairs before Yeroffia. What did they quarrel...
Moving forward quietly to Jerott’s side, Adam Blacklock had heard. ‘Don’t you understand? The authorities are afraid of them both,’ he said gently. ‘Why do you supose this cordon is here, which only a...
Men would fight well for their pay, but they would die for an aspiration.
Meanwhile Sir Wat Scott of Buccleuch was riding westward from Edinburgh, free at last of the Governor’s councils, and leaving behind him his good friend Tom Erskine, a distraught smuggler, and a depre...
Marthe said dryly, ‘Philippa wishes only to say thank you, and so also do I. They say in Italy, don’t they, that the boat will sink that carries neither monk, nor student, nor whore.… How good that we...
Lymond said, very softly, in English, ‘This is part of a plan to escape. Pretend to strike me, and listen.’‘You stinking catamite,’ said Jerott; and with all his considerable strength launched a blow...
Lymond said suddenly, ‘As alternatives, they leave a lot to be desired. Could no one bring us some raki? If we must have a wake let us make it a happy one. Heureux qui, comme Ulysse, a fait un beau vo...
Lymond moved swiftly from Jerott’s side to where the fine hair, curling like silk, lay on the Geomaler’s arm; and bending his head, kissed the dead child, as he had not kissed the living, full on the...
Lymond knelt. The Tsar lifted his head and unlooking, let the staff go. It fell unregarded, with a crack, bouncing on the thin carpet. Ivan leaned forward and, stretching both hands, gripped the brigh...
Lymond is back.It was known soon after the Sea-Catte reached Scotland from Campvere with an illicit cargo and a man she should not have carried.Lymond is in Scotland.It was said by busy men preparing...
Lord Culter watched them come. There was about him none of the mad abandon of the bridegroom. A sober, thickset figure with brown hair and reliable grey eyes, Richard Crawford in his thirties was a ma...
Lion-hearted; her tremors braced with virtue, Philippa trotted on.
Leaving him was less like leaving even the most simple of her friends in Flaw Valleys, and more like losing unfinished a manuscript, beautiful, absorbing and difficult, which she had long wanted to re...
Leave the rest all to me. You know. O boo de la thing.’‘What?’ said Archie, in his turn.‘You know. The thing they say about camels. At the end of the trau …’‘You mean the thing Mr Crawford says,’ said...
Jerott?’ said Lymond. ‘What are you not saying?’ His eyes, as the orderly cavalcade paced through the muddy streets, had not left that forceful aquiline face since they met. And Jerott, Philippa saw w...
Jerott, who had wished to be alone for his own sake as well as for Lymond’s, closed his eyes as he sat under the orange trees, and prayed for Francis Crawford, who did not recognize love, and for hims...
Jerott, for God’s sake! Are you doing this for a wager?’ said Lymond, his patience gone at last. ‘What does anyone want out of life? What kind of freak do you suppose I am? I miss books and good verse...