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Roger Wakes In A New Old Place (BEES)


On March 6th, 1988, I started writing a book for practice. That turned out to be OUTLANDER, and now look where we are….! So in honor of the occasion <cough>, here is (what I think will be) Roger’s first scene from BEES…

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2018-03-bee-SueGraftonSheer exhaustion made Roger sleep like the dead, in spite of the fact that the MacKenzies’ bed consisted of two ragged quilts that Amy Higgins had hastily dragged out of her piecework bag, these laid over a week’s worth of the Higginses’ dirty laundry, and the MacKenzies’ outer clothing as blankets. It was a warm bed, though, with the heat of the smoored fire on one side, and the body heat of two children and a snuggly wife on the other, and he fell into sleep like a man falling down a well, with time for no more than the briefest prayer—though a profound one-—of gratitude.

We made it. Thanks.

He woke to darkness and the smell of burnt wood and a freshly-used chamber-pot, feeling a sudden chill behind him. He had lain down with his back to the fire, but had rolled over during the night, and now saw the sullen glow of the last embers a couple of feet from his face, faint crimson veins in a bank of charcoal and gray ash. He put a hand behind him; Brianna was gone. There was a vague heap that must be Jem and Mandy at the far side of the quilt and the rest of the cabin was still somnolent, the air thick with heavy breathing.

“Bree?” he whispered, raising himself on one elbow. She was close—a solid shadow with her bottom braced against the wall by the hearth, one foot raised as she pulled on a stocking.

She put down the foot and crouched beside him, fingers brushing his face.

“I’m going hunting with Da,” she whispered, bending close. “Mama will watch the kids, if you have things to do today.”

“Aye. Where did ye get—” he ran a hand down the side of her hip; she was wearing a thick hunting shirt and loose breeches, much patched; he could feel the roughness of the stitching under his palm.

“They’re Da’s,” she said, and kissed him, the tinge of ember-light glisking in her hair. “Go back to sleep. It won’t be dawn for another hour.”

He watched her step lightly through the bodies on the floor, boots in her hand, and a cold draft snaked through the room as the door opened and closed soundlessly behind her. Bobby Higgins said something in a sleep-slurred voice, and one of the little boys sat up, said “What?” in a clear, startled voice and then flopped back into his quilt, dormant once more.

The fresh air vanished into the comfortable fug and the cabin slept. Roger didn’t. He lay on his back, feeling peace, relief, excitement and trepidation in roughly equal proportions.

They really had made it.

All of them. He kept counting them, compulsively. All four of them. Here, and safe.

Fragmented memories and sensations jostled through his mind; he let them flow through him, not trying to stay them or catch more than an image here and there: The feel of a small gold bar in his sweaty hand, the lurch of his stomach when he’d dropped it and it slid out of his reach across the tilting deck. The warm steam of parritch with whisky on it, fortification against a freezing Scottish morning. Brianna hopping carefully down a flight of stairs on one foot, the bandaged one lifted and the words of “My Dame Hath a Lame, Tame Crane” coming irresistibly to his mind. The smell of Buck’s hair, acrid and unwashed, as they embraced each other on the edge of a dock and a final farewell. Cold, endless days and nights in the lurching hold of the Constance on their way to Charles Town, the four of them huddled in a corner, deafened by the smash of water against the hull, too seasick to be hungry, too exhausted anymore even to be terrified, hypnotized instead by the rising water in the hold, watching it inch higher, splashing them with each sickening roll, trying to share their pitiful store of body heat to keep the kids alive…

He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, put his hands on the solid wooden floor to either side, closed his eyes and let it all drain away.

No looking back. They’d made their decision, and they’d made it here. To sanctuary.

So now, what?

He’d lived in this cabin once, for a long time. Now he supposed he’d build a new one; Jamie had told him last night that the land Jamie had given him was still his, registered in his name.

A small glow of anticipation rose in his heart. The day lay before him; what should he do first?

“Daddy!” a voice with a lot of spit whispered loudly in his ear. “Daddy, I haveta go potty!”

He sat up smiling, pushing tangled cloaks and shirts out of the way. Mandy was hopping from foot to foot in agitation, a small black chickadee, solid against the shadows.

“Aye, sweetheart,” he whispered back, and took her hand, warm and sticky. “I’ll take ye to the privy. Try not to step on anybody.”

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[And many thanks to Sue Gunston for the lovely bee photo!]

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62 Responses »

  1. I liked it. I can’t wait.
    Recently I finished thr 8th book of outlandre’s saga.
    Thanks

  2. When can we expect the next excerpt?

    • Hi, Kimberly,

      You may expect the next excerpt as soon as 1) Diana releases one, and 2) I find time to format and post it on her website. (I also help with the maintenance, security, and other necessary nerdly background work on Diana’s website, which happily has a huge amount of global traffic.)

      There is no set schedule for releases of Diana’s excerpts.

      And I work as fast as I can. :-)

      Cheers,
      Loretta
      Diana’s Webmistress

  3. You write such lovely scenes, Lass! Roger is a favorite character, and I am pleased to see everyone back together. Thank you for posting excerpts for your eager fans.

  4. was very disappointed at the last of season 3. The bloodbath of Geillis was nowhere near the class of what Ms. Gabaldon wrote. The complete change of Mr. Willoughby’s character was also cheap & also not the quality of what she wrote. I realize some selling has to happen or we won’t see this brought to life on film at all. But will this cheap sensationalism go on? I know we can’t see Ms. Gabaldon’s quality on film. But honestly does it HAVE to be this cheap? I look forward to another season but I fear being disappointed as well. AND I CAN’T TRAVEL THROUGH THE STONES FORWARD OR BACKWARD, HAVE ONLY THE PAST SEASONS TO GO BY.

  5. I’ve read the 8 books of the series twice and can’t help but wonder how Bree and family got from the time period they wound up in when returning and seeing Jamie’s father to years later in the time period Claire and Jamie were in.

  6. Have so enjoyed your books Diana have read and re read the first four purchased starting in 1998. Have now read and totally enjoyed the future Outlander series books and Lord John. Outlandish Companion has become a valued friend. I was so lucky to find the adult coloring book Outlander which helped to fill the time waiting for the next season series. I am so fortunate to have read the books before the series and now await season three. The series must cut for time but the book is always there! Thanks you for your research and color in your books. Much appreciation, Ruth Veiner

  7. Hi,

    I love reading the excerpts. Thank you for sharing :-).

    When I was reading “Roger Wakes In A New Old Place”, I noticed the text “Jamie had told him last night that the land Jamie had given him was still his, registered in his name.”.

    I remember that Roger has been given land (5000 acres) by Governor Tryon, close to Jamie’s land, as compensation for being hung by accident. What about that land?

    Warm regards,
    Ann

  8. I have found all the books so well researched, so incredibly well written, and simply can’t wait to read The Bees. Thank you Diana for your creativity and tenacity. Just always wondered, however, why – in all the time travel for Claire (and even Brianna) – had she never sought to seek out her own people while in the 18th century. They seemed an adventurous bunch. Slàinte!

  9. I had inter-cranial surgery to repair two aneurysms that were close to bursting, when I woke up I’d lost two weeks of my life and felt like Roger. Was thankful but kept counting toes and fingers. This passage resonates wit me.. Its exactly what I’d think in Roger’s situation!

  10. I have been an avid reader for most of my life. Back in 1997, my roommate at the time, gave me the “Outlander” to read since I had run out of reading material. Interestingly, the other books were found in the, romance novel section. I believe it’s because they didn’t know where to put them in the stores. Prior to reading the series, my favorite author was, John Jakes, since I love historical fiction. I truly believe that Diana Gabaldon has surpassed him as the master of this genre. I can’t wait for the “Bees” to come out. I’m getting older and it’s becoming more and more difficult to wait for the next book.

  11. I love the Outlander series and have read through my books 6 times. Historical fiction is my passion.
    Thank you for writing such engrossing stories!

  12. Waiting for the release of your book tell the bees I’m gone. Have read all of the 8 other books twice.

  13. Love this series. My favorite fiction. Can’t wait for Bees. I hope it is soon. I’m certainly not getting any younger.
    My Mom and I always thought time travel would be neat. And that started in 1960′s when we started genealogy.
    Wanted to be able to solve the unsolvable.

  14. I first began reading when Outlander was published and have re-read the entire series. I read the first time for the glory of the story …to see what happened next, etc but with the re-read for the beauty of the writing and appreciation for Diana’s mastery of the words. She is a wonder!

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