Ye need not be scairt of me, nor anyone here, so long as I'm with ye. I draw it in defense of this women, and the truth, if any here be against those two they'll answer to me, and then God, in that order. It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach. And so he and Ian—who, it  turned out, could also knit and was prostrated by mirth at my lack of knowledge—had taught me the simple basics of knit and purl, explaining, between snorts of derision over my efforts, that in the Highlands all boys were routinely taught to knit, that being.

Merry tidings and welcome to the Isle

MacKenzie