 We fear your anger no longer. There's nothing you can do to separate us now. Margaret, if you think O'Donnell will stand by to see his daughter snatched from him by the hand of death... MacDonald, please. In the name of the friendship you once bore my father... There was no bargain that my daughter should be your... your pride in death. But, Sir Davok, the night of the feast I was suffering in mind and body. I could not speak the news I bore. You lie!