His father slew mine, and the red blood is seething hot between us; I looked to Palm Sunday as the term that should cool it.
But mark! Thou wouldst have thought that the blood in the veins of this Ferquhard Day and in mine would not have mingled had they been put into the same vessel, yet hath he cast the eyes of his love upon my only daughter Eva, the fairest of our maidens.

Think with what feelings I heard the news.

It was as if a wolf from the skirts of Farragon had said, 'Give me thy child in wedlock, Torquil.' My child thought not thus: she loves Ferquhard, and weeps away her colour and strength in dread of the approaching battle.

Let her give him but a sign of favour, and well I know he will forget kith and kin, forsake the field, and fly with her to the desert." "He, the youngest of the champions of Clan Chattan, being absent, I, the youngest of the Clan Quhele, may be excused from combat" said Eachin, blushing at the mean chance of safety thus opened to him.
"See now, my chief;" said Torquil, "and judge my thoughts towards thee: others might give thee their own lives and that of their sons--I sacrifice to thee the honour of my house." "My friend--my father," repeated the chief, folding Torquil to his bosom, "what a base wretch am I that have a spirit dastardly enough to avail myself of your sacrifice!" "Speak not of that.

Green woods have ears.