#DailyLines #MOBY #WRITTENInMYOwnHEARTSBlood #Book8 #OutMARCH25th #catchingup While fascinated to hear about William and the dramatic circumstances under which he had just discovered his paternity, Jenny’s true concern was for another young man. “D’ye ken where Young Ian is?” she asked eagerly. “And did he find his young woman, the Quaker lassie he told his da about?” I relaxed a little at this; Young Ian and Rachel Hunter were—thank God—_not_ on the list of fraught situations. At least not for the moment. “He did,” I said, smiling. “As for where he is…I haven’t seen him for several days, but he’s often gone for longer. He scouts for the Continental army now and then, though since they’ve been in their winter quarters at Valley Forge for so long, there’s been less need for scouting. He spends quite a bit of time there, though, because Rachel does.” Jenny blinked at that. “She does? Why? Do Quakers not mislike wars and such?” “Well, more or less. But her brother Denzell is an army surgeon—though he’s a real physician, not the usual horse-leech or quack-salver the army usually gets—and he’s been at Valley Forge since last December. Rachel comes and goes to Philadelphia—she can pass through the pickets, so she carries back food and supplies—but she works with Denny, so she’s out there much more often than she is here, helping with patients. “Tell me about her,” Jenny said, leaning forward intently. “Is she a good lass? And d’ye think she loves Young Ian? From what Ian told me, the lad’s desperate in love with her, but hadn’t spoken to her yet, not knowing how she’d take it—he wasna sure she could deal with him being…what he is.” Her quick gesture encompassed Young Ian’s history and character, from Highland lad to Mohawk warrior. “God kens weel he’ll never make a decent Quaker, and I expect Young Ian kens that, too.”
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