 We shall have to tear your sleeve, Bruce, to dress your arm. I can't believe it, sir. You don't know his lordship. He won't let himself die. The clansmen who set upon you, were they from Black Donald's castle? No, they'd be the last to attack us. That feud has long been over. Derek MacDonald's daughter, Lady Margaret, is to marry young Kenneth. We were on the way to the castle for the betrothal feast. But the brothers have been away from Scotland most of their lives.