 I swear it's like living with people who have lost their minds. It's Lady Margaret's health that concerns me, Sir Davok. She will not eat. She will talk to no one. She spends her days and half her nights... watching from a window overlooking the garden. You waste your breath telling me these things, Wallace. I know what's in your mind only too well. You think my daughter is mad... that she has come to think of herself as the bride of death. I do, Sir Davok. As well as I love the Lady Margaret... I've seen the light in her eyes...