 Mary, do you think I've made a mistake? My daughter and a man we know nothing of? I've never seen Margaret look so happy, Davok, and this in spite of the fear she's carried. Clan or no clan, I've a good mind to put a stop to the whole affair. I've been too hasty. A Highlander for a son, not a pale-faced imitation, no matter how noble his family. But no one say MacDonald gave his daughter to be the bride of a bloodless ghost of a man. The bride of death.