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“A Small Gift In Honor of My Birthday” (BEES)


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2018-01-11-DG-flowers“Lie down,” I said firmly, and pointed to my lap.

“Nay, I’ll be f—”

“I don’t care whether you’re fine or not,” I said. “I said, lie down.”

“I’ve work to—”

“You’ll be flat on your face in another minute,” I said. “Lie. Down.”

He opened his mouth, but a spasm of pain made him shut his eyes, and he couldn’t locate any words with which to argue. He swallowed, opened his eyes, and sat down beside me, very gingerly. He was breathing slowly and shallowly, as though drawing a deep breath might make things worse.

I stood up, took his shoulders and turned him gently so I could reach his plait. I undid his ribbon and unraveled the thick strands of auburn hair. It still was mostly red, though soft white threads caught the light here and there.

“Down,” I said again, sitting and pulling his shoulders toward me. He moaned a little, but stopped resisting and lowered himself very slowly, ’til his head rested heavy in my lap. I touched his face, my fingers feather-light on his skin, tracing the bones and hollows, temples and orbits, cheekbones and jaw. Then I slid my fingers into the soft mass of his hair, warm in my hands, and did the same to his scalp. He let out his breath, carefully, and I felt his body loosen, growing heavier as he relaxed.

“Where does it hurt?” I murmured, making very light circles round his temples with my thumbs. “Here?”

“Aye… but…” He put up a hand, blindly, and cupped it over his right eye. “It feels like an arrow—straight through into my brain.”

“Mmm.” I pressed my thumb gently round the bony orbit of the eye, and slid my other hand under his head, probing the base of his skull. I could feel the muscles knotted there, hard as walnuts under the skin. “Well, then.”

I took my hands away and he let his breath out.

“It won’t hurt,” I reassured him, reaching for the jar of blue ointment.

“It does hurt,” he said, and squinched his eyelids as a fresh spasm seized him.

“I know.” I unlidded the jar, but let it stand, the sharp fragrance of peppermint, camphor and green peppercorns scenting the air. “I’ll make it better.”

He didn’t make any reply, but settled himself as I began to massage the ointment gently into his neck, the base of his skull, the skin of his forehead and temples. I couldn’t use the ointment so close to his eye, but put a dab under his nose, and he took a slow, deep breath. I’d make a cool poultice for the eye when I’d finished. For now, though…

“Do you remember,” I said, my voice low and quiet. “Telling me once about visiting Bird Who Sings in the Morning? And how his mother came and combed your hair?”

“Aye,” he said, after a moment’s hesitation. “She said… she would comb the snakes from my hair.” Another hesitation. “She… did.”

Clearly he did remember—and so did I recall what he’d told me about it. How she’d gently combed his hair, over and over, while he told her—in a language she didn’t speak—the trouble in his heart. Guilt, distress… and the forgotten faces of the men he’d killed.

There is a spot, just where the zygomatic arch joins the maxilla, where the nerves are often inflamed and sensitive….yes, just there. I pressed my thumb gently up into the spot and he gasped and stiffened a little. I put my other hand on his shoulder.

“Shh. Breathe.”

His breath came with a small moan, but he did. I held the spot, pressing harder, moving my thumb just a little, and after a long moment, felt the spot warm and seem to melt under my touch. He felt it too, and his body relaxed again.

“Let me do that for you,” I said softly. The wooden comb he’d made me sat on the little table beside the jar of ointment. With one hand still on his shoulder, I picked it up.

“I… no, I dinna want…” But I was drawing the comb softly through his hair, the wooden teeth gentle against his skin. Over and over, very slowly.

I didn’t say anything for quite some time. He breathed. The light came in low now, the color of wildflower honey, and he was warm in my hands, the weight of him heavy in my lap.

“Tell me,” I said to him at last, in a whisper no louder than the breeze through the open window. “I don’t need to know, but you need to tell me. Say it in Gaelic, or Italian or German—some language I don’t understand, if that’s better. But say it.”

His breath came a little faster and he tightened, but I went on combing, in long, even strokes that swept over his head and laid his hair untangled in a soft, gleaming mass over my thigh. After a moment, he opened his eyes, dark and half-focused.

“Sassenach?” he said softly.

“Mm?”

“I dinna ken any language that I think ye wouldna understand.”

He breathed once more, closed his eyes, and began haltingly to speak, his voice soft as the beating of my heart.

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I also posted this excerpt (“Daily Lines”) from GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE, Book Nine of my OUTLANDER series of novels, on my official Facebook page on January 11, 2018.

85 Responses »

  1. Birthday Wishes to you Diana and your gift was wonderful so Thankyou.
    A question I have always wished to ask is Are you in love with Jamie? Now I know he is a fictional character created by your beautiful mind but I and millions of others have been in love with him since 1992 even though we still live in reality.I just wonder what it is like from the other side of the written page how you feel .

  2. What a delight to find this writing this morning. It’s beautiful. Thankyou.

  3. Merci! Happy birthday

  4. Absolutely love this!! Thank you!!

  5. Tears sprang to my eyes as I finished reading this passage. Thank you!

  6. Thanks so much for the treat. Felt more like my birthday. Hope you had a wonderful day.

  7. Thank you and Happy Birthday!

  8. Thank you for this present

  9. Thank you for the birthday present.

  10. What an exquisite moment of such tenderness. thank you for posting this

  11. Thank You! Delighted to find this and enjoy your Birthday!

  12. Diana, I was searching for some information on Master Raymond on the web, and a reader who posted medicinal curiosities and actual remedies on her pages made mention of finding something on your website. This led me to ping pong around your website ( yet again) for all your lovely pennings on various parts of your Outlander series. So , it is off the subject of this post of yours, but I very much wanted to encourage you to write the books about Master Raymond. He is a most fascinating and lovable character to me and I would absolutely buy your books about him. Thank you for ALL you do , you are so gifted. The only part that gave me pause was your comment about how your tea ladies had no idea that they were ‘talking to Black Jack Randall”. LOL. Your dark side, I presume? All the best,
    Kate

  13. Who’s birthday is it? And is it on the 12th? That date is also my birthday! Small world

  14. What a beautiful piece of writing…

    And on another note: very accurate description of migraines!

    I’m also an herbalist and Claire is using a good blend. My favorites are a blend of lavender, peppermint and birch…that’s a good point about smelling the herbs: something about the smell goes right into the brain
    and tells the migraine to shut down.

    • Dear Janet–

      Glad it rang true for you!

      –Diana

      • Diana,

        I have been reading your wonderful novels since the early nineties. I even turned my granddaughter onto them. I am 71 and have lived a complicated life like everyone else. What is so striking to me in your books is the interpersonal relationships you develop between the characters. One can feel the love and devotion between Claire and Jamie. The wonder of it is the everlasting tie that binds them. If you are fortunate enough to have a love like that, you understand the infinity of it. You have given us a touch of hope that our love continues on regardless of whether we are physically together. No wonder the cult that has developed around the series. Thank you for this unforeseen blessing. I was lucky enough to have magical connection with my own Jamie for over 50 years. Your novels bring me joy.
        Thank you.

        Carol

  15. Happy Birthday, Diana! Thanks for the gift of this beautiful excerpt from your next book! But isn’t that backward? We’re supposed to get you a gift!

  16. This was more than a small gift. Thank you.

  17. Lovely early-morning read. So sweetly touches my heart!

  18. I just finished “Written In My Own Heart’s Blood” today so I’m feeling a little melancholy – as I always do when I finish an Outlander novel. What an exceptional story, so well-written and definitely one of my favorites! Thank you for sharing an excerpt from BEES and reminding us that the return of these beloved characters is on the horizon. Happy birthday!

  19. I did not know I could have heart palpitations from anticipation until I finished MOBY and now have to wait for Bees….

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