There can be just the one general in a battle, but I'll give ye permission to say the word when to fire....

Macgreegor!" he muttered, a strange expletive only used in moments of deep emotion.
"I'll wager ye'll be for sayin' the word afore I'd say it mysel'." He turned to the Princess.

"I hand over to you, till I am back, for I maun be off and see to the Die-Hards.

I wish I could bring them in here, but I daren't lose my communications.

I'll likely get in by the boiler-house skylight when I come back, but it might be as well to keep a road open here unless ye're actually attacked." Dougal clambered over the mattresses and the grand piano; a flicker of waning daylight appeared for a second as he squeezed through the door, and Sir Archie was left staring at the wrathful countenance of McGuffog.