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Raymond the Apothecary
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Jan 23, 2012 07:11PM

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Maybe she'll revisit Raymond.

Who/what is Master Raymond? What is his significance?
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Diana Gabaldon posted it years ago on her website in the FAQs. What Leah posted is the exact post I read all those years ago. :)
I highly recommend reading the FAQs on her site. They are QUITE informative and she does mark them as spoilers for those who don't want to know...



He is a neat little character... I would like to more about him.


Raymond knows something about auras, which isn't an 18th century Scotland area of knowledge, as far as I know. He used to call Claire "Madonna" and I remember he told her why in Outlander...
Leads me to believe he knows more than he's letting on. Maybe he will visit again in my re-readings.

I got antsy and ordered the book A Trail of Fire from an Italian bookstore on the AbeBooks web site that a fellow Outlander member pointed me to.

Lori, Also love Raymond and hope DG will someday write him a series (and also Young Ian!) Have to have patience and hope soon The Space Between and A Trail of Fire will be out for e-books in U.S.!



I think he will eventually die and that Claire will return to her own time, and live out her days as a happy Granny to Bree's and Roger's children, with memories of true love.


But, it definitely isn't stated clearly.




“But ye do tell me that man proposes and God disposes, and should He see fit to dispose of me—ye’ll go back.”
“Why would I?” I said, nettled—and unsettled. The memories of his sending me back through the stones on the eve of Culloden were not ones I ever wished to recall, and here he was, prying open the door to that tightly sealed chamber of my mind. “I’d stay with Bree and Roger, wouldn’t I? Jem, Marsali and Fergus, Germain and Henri-Christian and the girls—everyone’s here. What is there to go back to, after all?”
He took the stone from its cloth, turning it over between his fingers, and looked thoughtfully at me, as though making up his mind whether to tell me something. Small hairs began to prickle on the back of my neck.
“I dinna ken,” he said at last, shaking his head. “But I’ve seen ye there.”
The prickling ran straight down the back of my neck and down both arms.
“Seen me where?”
“There.” He waved a hand in a vague gesture. “I dreamt of ye there. I dinna ken where it was; I only know it was there—in your proper time.”
“How do you know that?” I demanded, my flesh creeping briskly. “What was I doing?”
His brow furrowed in the effort of recollection.
“I dinna recall, exactly,” he said slowly. “But I knew it was then, by the light.” His brow cleared suddenly. “That’s it. Ye were sitting at a desk, with something in your hand, maybe writing. And there was light all round ye, shining on your face, on your hair. But it wasna candlelight, nor yet firelight or sunlight. And I recall thinking to myself as I saw ye, Oh, so that’s what electric light is like.”
I stared at him, open-mouthed.
“How can you recognize something in a dream that you’ve never seen in real life?”
He seemed to find that funny.
“I dream of things I’ve not seen all the time, Sassenach—don’t you?”
“Well,” I said uncertainly. “Yes. Sometimes. Monsters, odd plants, I suppose. Peculiar landscapes. And certainly people that I don’t know. But surely that’s different? To see something you know about, but haven’t seen?”
“Well, what I saw may not be what electric light does look like,” he admitted, “but that’s what I said to myself when I saw it. And I was quite sure that ye were in your own time.
“And after all,” he added logically, “I dream of the past; why would I not dream of the future?”
There was no good answer to a thoroughly Celtic remark of that nature.
“Well, you would, I suppose,” I said. I rubbed dubiously at my lower lip. “How old was I, in this dream of yours?”
He looked surprised, then uncertain, and peered closely at my face, as though trying to compare it with some mental vision.
“Well . . . I dinna ken,” he said, sounding for the first time unsure. “I didna think anything about it—I didna notice that ye had white hair, or anything of the sort—it was just . . . you.” He shrugged, baffled, then looked down at the stone in my hand.

It also just occurred to me.... In book one when Claire is brushing her hair....isn't the power out? I'm going to have to look that one up now lol.



But DG has dismissed this scene as taking place when Jamie/ghost stood outside the B&B, huh? How strange. I'm so tempted to ask her when I see her in July at a bookstore in Seattle (can't wait!). But I would like to think of a question that she's not asked so often. Oh well. Another more pressing question may come to mind when I do my reread of Echo next.
@Wendy - why do you think this scene isn't the ghost scene?
I also thought of the power outage but couldn't remember exactly when it happened - before or after Claire brushed her hair.
I agree with you Bonnie about there being a connection of some kind between that Scot Ghost and Claire and that's why when I first read Outlander, by the end of the book, I knew it had to be Jamie. Well, DG confirmed it in her FAQ page on her website :)

Also, like I said, if Claire had looked 26ish in his vision he would have immediately noticed. We're all used to looking out our loved ones in present day so I could see why he wouldn't have noticed her age if it was close to what he was used to seeing. But if 65ish year old Jamie were looking at 26 year old Claire that would have stood out to him.
I think that he was seeing future Claire, back home in the modern world after he had passed on. And I think the ghost ties to that because it's his spirit looking for her, wanting to be reunited.


I apologize for getting us off topic. Just realized that this thread is devoted to Raymond. Who I really like because he's just a fascinating character. I can't imagine a whole series about him though. Possibly some novellas.
Since I am in BOSA, Ray was mentioned as the leader of the group of volunteer travelers in '68. One of them being the loopy Wendigo Donner. I'm surprised that Raymond allowed pretty much anybody to time travel and possibly wreck havoc, if Donner is any example of the type of travelers.

I'm with you, I like Raymond but I'm not sure I'd be interested in a whole story about him.

Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser October 20, 1918 2:09
pm London
James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser May 1, 1721 6:30 pm (approx)
near Inverness
Outlander starts out in 1946 and Claire was 28. When she goes through
stones, it's then 1743 (so her adjusted date of birth would be:
1743-28=1715) and Jamie is 22. There's a six year age difference with
Claire being the older of the two of course. So, in ABOSAA, it ends in 1776
where Claire is 61 and Jamie is 55.
Which makes sense because I remember DG saying that in Echo Claire was in her upper 60's, which is why I estimated about 65.

If her birthday 1918 and it starts in 1946 then that is definitely 28 years old. Oh, I just found the passage:
"How old are ye?" he asked curiously. "I never thought to ask."
The question seemed so preposterous that it took me a minute to think.
"I'm twenty-seven... or maybe twenty-eight," I added. That rattled him for a moment. At twenty-eight, women in this time were usually on the verge of middle-age.
"Oh," he said. He took a deep breath. "I thought ye were about my age-or younger."
He didn't move for a second. But then he looked down and smiled faintly at me. "Happy Birthday, Sassenach," he said.
It took me completely by surprise and I just stared stupidly at him for a moment. "What?" I managed at last.
"I said, 'Happy Birthday.' It's the twentieth of October today."
This happened right after she hysterically finally told him that she was born in 'the year of our lord, 1918', lol.
So, her math seems correct and by the end of Ashes that would put Claire at 61.

I love to see how passionate they still are even in middle age. I hope my husband and I are still that way when we get old.


I love to see how passionate they still are even in midd..."
Well, excuse me. By the way I did say middle age. But anyway, I love their passion and I hope when I am their age my husband and I still feel that way.
What they have is pure magic, at 25 or 75.
No offense was intended.
Books mentioned in this topic
The Space Between (other topics)A Trail of Fire (other topics)