At the plantation," he said, ignoring me, "there is a large open space at the rear of the house. It was a small clearing at first, and over the years I have enlarged it and finally made a lawn of it, but the edge of the clearing runs up to the trees. In the evenings, quite often, deer come out of the forest to feed at the edges of the lawn. Now and then, though, I see a particular deer. It's white, I suppose, but it looks as though it's made of silver. I don't know whether it comes only in the moonlight or whether it's only that I cannot see it save by moonlight-but it is a sight of rare beauty." His eyes had softened, and I could see that he wasn't looking at the plaster ceiling overhead but at the white deer, coat shining in the moonlight.
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ The Fiery Cross, A Breath of ]
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