dougal mackenzie

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Outlander  → 1.05 Rent 

“The next morning as I watched them pack, I saw the men in a different light. Not criminals, but rebels. I wished I could tell them that they were on the losing side of history, that it was all a pipe dream. The Stuarts would never unseat the protestant King George II, but how could I tell them that, these proud, passionate men who lived and breathe for a flag of blue and white?”

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I’m honored… to be entrusted with the care of yer son. But Dougal speaks true. I will use every option in my power to defeat the British, and that includes raising the MacKenzie banner. I do not doubt yer fighting spirit, but I know that you will not sacrifice your men needlessly. If the cause is lost, then you will put the lives of yer men above all else.
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Outlander: Book to Screen

I am just the slightest bit curious,” I said.

He smiled, the wide mouth taking up the humor that lurked in his eyes. “Well, I canna say I blame ye. I had several reasons. And in fact, there’s one—maybe two—that I canna tell ye yet, though I will in time. The main reason, though, is the same reason you wed me, I imagine; to keep ye safe from the hands of Jack Randall.”

I shuddered a bit, at the memory of the Captain, and Jamie’s hands tightened on mine.

“You are safe,” he said firmly. “You have my name and my family, my clan, and if necessary, the protection of my body as well. The man willna lay hands on ye again, while I live.”

“Thank you,” I said. Looking at that strong, young, determined face, with its broad cheekbones and solid jaw, I felt for the first time that this preposterous scheme of Dougal’s might actually have been a reasonable suggestion.

The protection of my body. The phrase struck with particular impact, looking at him—the resolute set of the wide shoulders and the memory of his graceful ferocity, “showing off” at swordplay in the moonlight. He meant it; and young as he was, he knew what he meant, and bore the scars to prove it. He was no older than many of the pilots and the infantrymen I had nursed, and he knew as well as they the price of commitment. It was no romantic pledge he had made me, but the blunt promise to guard my safety at the cost of his own. I hoped only that I could offer him something in return.

“That’s most gallant of you,” I said, with absolute sincerity. “But was it worth, well, worth marriage?”

“It was,” he said, nodding. He smiled again, a little grimly this time. “I’ve good reason to know the man, ye ken. I wouldna see a dog given into his keeping if I could prevent it, let alone a helpless woman.”

“How flattering,” I remarked wryly, and he laughed.

Outlander, Ch. 14: A Marriage Takes Place / 1x07: The Wedding

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“I must have dropped it, in all the excitement,” I said. “Just as well; I’ve no idea what to do with it. I’d likely have stabbed myself if I’d tried to use it.” 

Ned eyed Jamie censoriously over his half-spectacles. 

“Ye gave her a knife and didn’t teach her to use it?” 

“There wasna time, under the circumstances,” Jamie defended himself. “But Ned’s right, Sassenach. Ye should learn how to handle arms. There’s no tellin’ what may happen on the road, as ye saw last night.”

So I was marched out into the center of a clearing and the lessons began. Seeing the activity, several of the MacKenzie men came by to investigate, and stayed to offer advice. In no time, I had half a dozen instructors, all arguing the fine points of technique. After a good deal of amiable discussion, they agreed that Rupert was likely the best among them at dirks, and he took over the lesson. 

He found a reasonably flat spot, free of rocks and pine cones, in which to demonstrate the art of dagger-wielding.

“Look, lass,” he said. He held the dagger balanced on his middle finger, resting an inch or so below the haft. “The balance point, that’s where ye want to hold it, so it fits comfortable in yer hand.” I tried it with my dagger. When I had it comfortably fitted, he showed me the difference between an overhand strike and an underhanded stab

“Generally, ye want to use the underhand; overhand is only good when ye’re comin’ down on someone wi’ a considerable force from above.” He eyed me speculatively, then shook his head. 

“Nay, you’re tall for a woman, but even if ye could reach as high as the neck, ye wouldna have the force to penetrate, unless he’s sittin’. Best stick to underhand.” He pulled up his shirt, revealing a substantial furry paunch, already glistening with sweat. 

“Now, here,” he said, pointing to the center, just under the breastbone, “is the spot to aim for, if ye’re killin’ face to face. Aim straight up and in, as hard as ye can. That’ll go into the heart, and it kills wi’in a minute or two. The only problem is to avoid the breastbone; it goes down lower than ye think, and if ye get yer knife stuck in that soft bit on the tip, it will hardly harm yer victim at all, but ye’ll be wi’out a knife, and he’ll ha’ you. Murtagh! Ye ha’ a skinny back; come ’ere and we’ll show the lass how to stick from the back.” Spinning a reluctant Murtagh around, he yanked up the grubby shirt to show a knobbly spine and prominent ribs. He poked a blunt forefinger under the lower rib on the right, making Murtagh squeak in surprise.

“This is the spot in back— either side. See, wi’ all the ribs and such, ’tis verra difficult to hit anythin’ vital when ye stab in the back. If ye can slip the knife between the ribs, that’s one thing, but that’s harder to do than ye might think. But here, under the last rib, ye stab upward into the kidney. Get him straight up, and hell drop like a stone.” 

Rupert then set me to try stabbing in various positions and postures. As he grew winded, all the men took it in turns to act as victim, obviously finding my efforts hilarious. They obligingly lay on the grass or turned their backs so I could ambush them, or leaped at me from behind, or pretended to choke me so I could try to stab them in the belly. 

The spectators urged me on with cries of encouragement, and Rupert instructed me firmly not to pull back at the last moment. 

“Thrust as though ye meant it, lass,” he said. “Ye canna pull back if it’s in earnest. And if any o’ these laggards canna get themselves out of the way in time, they deserve what they get.”

I was timid and extremely clumsy at first, but Rupert was a good teacher, very patient and good about demonstrating moves, over and over. He rolled his eyes in mock lewdness when he moved behind me and put his arm about my waist, but he was quite businesslike about taking hold of my wrist to show me the way of ripping an enemy across the eyes. 

Dougal sat under a tree, minding his wounded arm and making sardonic comments on the training as it progressed. It was he, though, who suggested the dummy. 

“Give her something she can sink her dirk into,” he said, when I had begun to show some facility at lunging and jabbing. “It’s a shock, the first time.

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Outlander  → 1.04 The Gathering 

“The Victory Day celebrations in London and Paris far exceeded the gathering of the Mackenzie Clan in terms of sheer size, but this was something different. Simple joy, unencumbered by the trauma of war, or the exhaustion of its end. The Mackenzies were simply glad to see one another. Despite my eagerness to leave, my heart lifted whenever I walked trough the encampment and a small part of me regretted my imminent escape.”

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13 DAYS OF OUTLANDER ~ 2.12 The Hail Mary | Favorite Moments

“Then I will marry her. She’s no’ the sort of woman I’d ever imagine for myself. Not that I spend much time doin’ that, mind ye. And I’m hardly the kind she fancies, if that soft lump Alex Randall is any indication. But we could learn to get along. People do. I’ve never been a father, but Jamie’s parents, they chose me to be his godfather. And I’ve watched over him. He didn’t turn out too badly.

chrisinasia  asked:

Book question: I can't remember if Jamie is part of the boar tynchal in Outlander. If not, why not? I remember finding it odd when watching The Gathering. But maybe that's just because I thought he should be part of absolutely everything Claire was involved in too.

I just went back and checked - like in the series, he’s not.

I think his exclusion serves two purposes:

1. To show that while he’s part of life at Castle Leoch, he’s not *of* Leoch. He’s not a MacKenzie tacksman - not officially part of the group, so to speak - further showing that he’s an outsider. Forging yet another aspect that he and Claire have in common.

2. It gives us a chance to see Claire entirely on her own - including an interaction with Dougal. On the hunt (unlike when she’s at the castle) she’s not surrounded by people all the time - so we get to see her at work. As does Dougal - leading to the Geordie incident, where he makes the fateful decision to bring Claire on the road.

Come to think of it - yes, Dougal wants to keep an eye on Claire and so brings her on the road to collect rents. But had she not demonstrated her healing abilities during the hunt, would Dougal still have made the same choice to bring her? And had he not brought her - would Jamie and Claire have married?