"Hell shall not prevail so far: we will steep thy sword in holy water, place vervain, St.John's Wort, and rowan tree in thy crest.

We will surround thee, I and thy eight brethren: thou shalt be safe as in a castle." Again the youth helplessly uttered something, which, from the dejected tone in which it was spoken, Simon could not understand, while Torquil's deep tones in reply fell full and distinct upon his ear.
"Yes, there may be a chance of withdrawing thee from the conflict.

Thou art the youngest who is to draw blade.

Now, hear me, and thou shalt know what it is to have a foster father's love, and how far it exceeds the love even of kinsmen.

The youngest on the indenture of the Clan Chattan is Ferquhard Day.