Drums of Autumn - Outlander 4 by Diana Gabaldon

Author:Diana Gabaldon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Charleston (S.C.) - History - Colonial Period, Orth Carolina - History - Colonial Period, Scottish Americans, Historical, Family, Science Fiction, Fantasy Fiction, Ca, 1775-1783, North Carolina - History - Revolution, Charleston (S.C.), North Carolina, General, Romance, Fantasy, Fantastic Fiction, Historical Fiction, Fiction, Domestic Fiction, Time Travel, Ca. 1600-1775
ISBN: 9780440224259
Publisher: Dell
Published: 1996-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

down when he was drivin' to Drumnadrochit Thursday."

-I have, yes. No crime in that, is there?" He tried to make a joke of it, but Fiona wasn't having any.

"ye know it's a queer place, all circles arc. And don't be tellin' me ye went tip there to admire the view."

"I wouldn't tell you that."

He sat back in his chair, looking up at her. Her curly dark hair was standing on end; she rumpled her hands through it when she was agitated, and agitated she surely was.

"You do know her. That's right; Claire said you'd met her." The small flicker Of Curiosity he had felt at the mention of Gillian Edgars was growing into a clear flame of excitement.

"I canna be knowing her, now, can I? She's dead." Fiona scooped up the empty egg cup, eyes fixed on the discarded fragments of shell. "Isn't she?"

Roger reached out and stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Is she?"

"It's what evcrVonc thinks. The police havena found a trace of her."

The word came out "polis" in her soft Highland accent.

"Perhaps they're not looking in the right place."

All the blood drained out of her flushed, fair face. Roger tightened his grip, though she wasn't trying to pull away. She knew, dammit, she knew! But jvhat did she know?

"Tell me, Fiona," he said. "Please-tell me. What do you know about Gillian Edgars-and the stones?"

She did pull away from him then, but didn't leave, just stood there, turning the egg cup over and over in her hands, as if it were a miniature hourglass. Roger stood up, and she shied back, glancing fearftilly up at him.

"A bargain, then," he said, trying to keep his voice calm, so as not to frighten her further. "Tell me what you know, and I'll tell you why Dr. Randall gave me that picture-and why I was up on Craigh na Dun."

"I've got to think." Swiftly she bent and snatched up the tray of dirty crockery. She was out the door before he could speak a word to stop her. Slowly he sat down again. It had been a good breakfast-all Fiona's meals were delicious-but it lay in his stomach like a bag of marbles, heavy and indigestible.

He shouldn't be so eager, he told himself It was courting disappointment. What could Fiona know, after all? Still, any mention of the woman who had called herself Gillian-and later Geillis-was enough to rivet his attention.

He picked up his neglected teacup and swallowed, not tasting it. What if he kept the bargain, and told her everything? Not only about Claire Randall and Gillian, but about himself-and Brianna.

The thought of Brce was like a rock dropped into the pool of his heart, sending ripples of fear in all directions. Sbe's dead. Fiona had said of Gillian. Isn't she?

Is shc? he had answered, the picture of a woman vivid in his mind, green eyes wide and fair hair flying in the hot wind of a fire, poised to flee through the doors of time. No, she hadn't died.

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