Marion was there and sensed from the look on James’ face that all was not well. The Blacksmith gave a nod of solemnity and kept his children close by him to avoid them seeing too much. The young lad hung back looking anxious and not quite sure what to do with himself. He didn’t seem to want to take the baby from James when James offered it to him. James didn’t really know what to do with it or why Jane had given it to him in the first place, but it didn’t seem right to let go of it just yet, especially if the father was not wanting to take charge – but then again who could blame such a young boy for not knowing what to do in such a situation. James decided that he’d take the baby for a stroll as if it were alive and talk to it, more to calm himself down than anything. Marion joined him and linked arms as he strolled around the decks. The baby was given the long, unedited, version of James’ life. He made sure that the baby knew the true definition of ‘Sassenach’ before he handed it over to Jane who had reappeared after a gruelling amount of time below decks. He had also, without anyone else other than Marion noticing, given the baby a kiss on the forehead and whispered a few words into its ear.
‘Is fhearr teine beag a gharas na teine mor l loisgeas.’