The tinker chief toyed with the remaining whiskey glass.

"True. Just think of all you could have, if we stood together on d'is though. You, my son-in-law when I've no sons. The two glens united as one, so when I die, you and her, you'd rule, wouldn't you? Our people would be one at last. They would be your people. And every other clan would fear you more than ever. Just t'ink of that."

"I am. I've been thinking all the way here." He had. It was no lie. But being feared ...