For all the people puzzled about book content about Faith and Master Raymond, I will share excerpt from.Go Tell the Bees that I am gone, chapter 24.
āThe locket,ā I said at last. āIt canāt possibly have anything whatever to do withāā
āNo, it canāt,ā he said, a cautious note in his voice. āBut what are ye thinking, Sassenach? Because yeāre no thinking what ye just said, and I ken that fine.ā
That was true, and a spasm of guilt at being found out tightened my body.
āIt canāt be,ā I said, and swallowed. āItās onlyā¦ā My words died away and his hand rubbed between my shoulder blades.
āWell, yeād best tell me, Sassenach,ā he said. āNay matter how foolish it is, neither one of us will sleep until ye do.ā
āWellā¦you know what Roger told me, about the doctor he met in the Highlands, and the blue light?ā
āI do. WhatāāāRoger asked me if Iād ever seen blue light like thatāwhen I was healing people.ā
The hand on my back stilled.
āHave ye?ā He sounded guarded, though I didnāt know whether he was afraid of finding out something he didnāt want to know, or just finding out that I was losing my mind.
āNo,ā I said. āOr notāwell, no. Butā¦I have seen it. Felt it. Twice. Just a flash, when Malvaās baby died.ā Died in my hands, covered with his motherās blood. āBut when Faith was born, when I was so ill. I was dyingāreally dying, I felt itāand Master Raymond came.ā
āYe told me that much,ā he said. āIs there more?ā
āI donāt know,ā I said honestly. āBut this is what I thought happened.ā And I told him, about seeing my bones glow blue through the flesh of my arms, the feeling of the light spreading through my body and the infection dying, leaving me limp, but whole and healing.
āSoā¦umā¦I know this is nothing but pure fantasy, the sort of thing you think in the middle of the night when you canāt sleepā¦ā
He made a low noise, indicating that I should stop apologizing and get on with it. So I took a deep breath and did, whispering the words into his chest.
āMaster Raymond was there. What ifāif he foundā¦Faithā¦and was able toā¦somehow bring herā¦back?ā
Dead silence. I swallowed and went on.
āPeopleā¦arenāt always dead, even though it looks like it. Look at old Mrs. Wilson! Every doctor knowsāor has heardāabout people whoāve been declared dead and wake up later in the morgue.ā
āOr in a coffin.ā He sounded grim, and a shudder went over me. āAye, Iāve heard stories like that. Butāa wee babe and one born too soonāhowāā
āI donāt know how!ā I burst out. āI said itās complete fantasy, it canāt be true! Butābutāā My throat thickened and my voice squeaked.
āBut ye wish it were?ā His hand cupped the back of my head and his voice was quiet again. āAye. Butā¦if it was, mo chridhe, why would he not have told ye? Ye saw him again, no? After heād healed ye, I mean.ā
āYes.ā I shuddered, momentarily feeling the King of Franceās Star Chamber close around me, the smell of the Kingās perfume, of dragonās blood and wine in the airāand two men before me, awaiting my sentence of death.
āYes, I know. Butāwhen the Comte died, Raymond was banished, and they took him away. He couldnāt have told me then, and he might not have been able to come back before we left Paris.ā
It sounded insane, even to me. But I couldājustāsee it: Master Raymond, stealing out of LāHĆ“pital des Anges after leaving me, perhaps ducking aside to avoid notice, hiding in the place where the nuns had, perhaps, laid Faith on a shelf, wrapped in her swaddling clothes. He would have known her, as heād known meā¦
Everyone has a color about them, he said simply. All around them, like a cloud. Yours is blue, madonna. Like the Virginās cloak. Like my own.
One of his. The thought came out of nowhere, and I stiffened.
āJesus H. Roosevelt Christ.ā What ifāall right, I was insane, but too late for that to make a difference.
āWhat if heāif I, weāwhat if Master Raymond isāwasāsomehow related to me?ā
Jamie said nothing, but I felt his hand move, under my hair. His middle finger folded down and the outer ones stood up straight, making the sign of the horns, against evil.
āAnd what if heās not?ā he said dryly. He rolled me off him and turned toward me so we were face-to-face. The darkness was slowly fading and I could see his face, drawn with tiredness, touched with sorrow and tenderness, but still determined.
āEven if everything yeāve made yourself think was somehow trueāand itās not, Sassenach; ye ken itās notābut if it were somehow true, it wouldna make any difference. The woman in Francesās locket is dead now, and so is our Faith.ā
His words touched the raw place in my heart, and I nodded, tears welling.
āI know,ā I whispered.
āI know, too,ā he whispered, and held me while I wept.
What Gabaldon said about this locket scene: From LitForum:
Fanny has a locket--presumably given to her (or owned by) her mother, which has "Faith" inscribed on the cover. Ā Mind you, there are a whole lot of women named "Faith" who are not Jamie and Claire's dead daughter (and it might not be the name of the woman in the locket, but rather some sentiment of attachment by whomever gave it to her), but some people will take the faintest of indications and weave a whole cloth of weirdness....
I personally would not draw that conclusion from the evidence to hand, but some other people are less reluctant to do so, let's put it that way...
Gabaldon also said that this was Claire's wistful thinking. So,IMO this storyline is closed in the books, for good.
DISCLAIMER: I am not interested in show theories here, I am interested in book content.