Here’s a snippet about Alasdair and Edgar when they met–
He raises his head, giving Alasdair a pleading look, and two large droplets slip down his cheeks into the corners of his parted lips. Alasdair stares in his eyes then, holding his tear-streaked face in his strong hands. He looks back at him, trembling.
“I–I love you, Master–please–”
He looks at the small smile on Alasdair’s beautiful face and knows he will follow this man–no, this being-anywhere, do whatever he wants, be whatever Alasdair–Mr. Connery–wants him to be. In return, he will be well taken care of. And he has been.
For almost a hundred years and counting.