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Updated: June 19, 2025
The planters are uneasy in the sections we've worked over, there's talk of getting together to clean out everybody who can't give a good account of himself. The Clan's got to deal a counter blow or go out of business. It was so with the horse trade; in the end it became mighty unhandy to move the stock we'd collected. We've reached the same point now with the trade in niggers.
Would she accept the First Clan's countenance? Dana could feel tears welling up, though she managed to keep her voice under control. She had been rejected by her thakur, had a planet-wide conference called to discuss her fate, been commended by the arbiters of honor, and now offered membership in the First Clan!
For God's sake, get her away from here as soon as you can, it's an awful risk you run!" "She'll be sent down river to-night," said Murrell. "Captain," began Slosson who up to this had taken no part in the conversation. "When are you going to cross to t'other side of the bayou?" "Soon," replied Murrell. Slosson laughed. "I didn't know but you'd clean forgot the Clan's business.
He thought he would go in and take a cup of tea with Tallisker. "Come awa in, laird," cried old Janet, "come awa in. You are a sight good for sair e'en. The dominie will be back anon, and I'll gie ye a drap o' hot tay till he comes." So the laird went in, and the first thing he saw was Colin's picture of "The Clan's Farewell." It moved him to his very heart.
She had only gazed out, keeping the vigil with a white face that was beginning to wear the drawn, heart-eating anxiety of the mountain woman; the woman whose code demands that she stand loyally to her clan's hatreds; the woman who has none of the man's excitement in stalking human game, which is also stalking him; the woman who must only stay at home and imagine a thousand terrors and wait.
"The company is none of my seeking," said John Lorn, very short and blunt "And we're like to have a good deal more of the same clan's company than we want before long, for Argile and his clan to three times your number are at Inverlochy. I have tramped a weary day to tell you the tale, and I get but a spy's reception." The tale went round the camp in the time a man would whistle an air.
You should be starting to feel the aftereffects of the energine, so Meara, our senior w'woman, will care for you until you wake and when you are recovered enough, we will have a party to welcome you into Alanna, the warrior caste, and the ranks of those who wear honor-black." He smiled, and Dana could almost feel the lightening of the clan's mood.
"Because," answered Christina, "both his father and himself were ashamed of how the first baronet got his title. It had to do with the sale of a part of the property, and they counted the land the clan's as well as the chief's. They regarded it as an act of treachery to put the clan in the power of a stranger, and the chief looks on the title as a brand of shame."
He returned the hug before introducing her to Steve as Channath, the clan's chief physician. "She for you last night cared, when you sick were, and this morning's medicine prescribed." Tarlac gave her a rueful grin, trying not to stare. "Tell her thanks, would you?" "That not necessary is, but I will her tell." Hovan did so, and translated the reply.
Poor Peter rummaged one pocket, then another discovering at last three pence in copper, and some farthings, with which he seemed endeavouring to make a composition with his creditor for twelve shillings in the pound; when Mrs. Clan's patience finally becoming exhausted, she turned towards Mr. Cudmore, the only unemployed person she could perceive, and with her blandest smile said, "Mr.
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