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“Ye are stirring up a lot of trouble, arenae ye?â€� “Me? I just came to explore this building. She is the one stirring up trouble. She wants Cathal, I think.â€� “She does, e’en though his Outsider blood sickens her. Edmee would like to be the lady of Cambrun. She has ne’er been able to convince Cathal of that, however. It doesnae help her cause that she makes her contempt of his mother so verra clear. Cathal has ne’er intended to wed with a MacNachton, either. He wants bairns.â€� Bridget frowned at him. “There is a wee bit more to me than a womb, ye ken.â€� “Och, aye, a wee bit.â€� He laughed when she softly hissed in annoyance, then grew serious. “O’er the last few days ’tis evident neither of ye will suffer in the making of a bairn.â€� He only briefly smiled at her blushes. “Tis a blessing, that. And where is the insult in a mon thinking a woman a good choice as mother to his bairns?â€� None, she supposed, but she was not about to admit it. “There should be more.â€� “Ah, poor lass, so unsure of yourself.â€� He nimbly danced out of her reach when she tried to hit him. “The only thing I will say is that, compared to the rest of us, Cathal is nearly a monk. He isnae one to be caught in embraces with a lass round every corner. And, aye, mayhap he thinks too much on a bairn, but ’tisnae just an heir he seeks, is it? Tis the salvation of his people. Tis no small thing that. So, do ye cease teasing the fool and say aye?â€� Bridget sighed. “Tisnae an easy thing to decide. Tisnae just my fate, but that of my children I must consider and ye ask me to do it in but a week.â€� “We are but a wee bit different.â€� “Och, aye, ye are that.â€� “But, that shouldnae trouble a Callan, I think.â€� He sighed when she did not respond to that remark. “We arenae what ye think we are, lass. Nay exactly. I dinnae believe the soulless dead breed bairns.â€� He smiled gently at the look of consternation that briefly crossed her face. “We are but different. Cursed in some ways, blessed in others, but ’tis Cathal who must tell ye the tale.”
― Hannah Howell, The Eternal Highlander

“There was no doubt in her mind about what she had to do now. She had to leave, had to go and take all of her”
― Hannah Howell, Highland Honor