Duncan and his men rode up to the McNally's.  He raised a brow as he saw almost two identical young women.  One was dressed in a clean and nice looking dress while the other wore a dress that was soiled from work in the field.	The Highlanders stopped before the McNally's.  Duncan leaned forward a bit in the saddle,  "I am Duncan McCloud of the Clan McCloud and his be me Cousin Anugus, and those there are Johnathan, William, and Nathan." he called down from his horse. He then dismounted and walked forward eyeing the two women and then turning to Cirus. He in turned took Alana by the arm and pulled herclose. He whispered in her ear. "Behave ye self now." then to Duncan "This be me daughters Alana,"  he nodded to Alana and this be Arabel." he smiled. Duncan looked at both women, well they were good looking women and filled out their clothing well. But which of the two was to be his bride?<br/><br/>He turned and looked at Cirus raising a brow.  "Which of the two is to be me bride."  he asked.<br/><br/>Cirus smiled, "Ye have your choice.  They are identical twins  as ye can see, so it be up to ye to pick one of them."<br/><br/>Now that was a surprise to Duncan.  He had only been informed by the edict that he was to claim the one chosen.  He then turned to regard the two women.  Both were good looking and shapely.  He had worried that his wife to be  would be a skinny looking thing that would have blown away in a stiff breeze. At least the two were  plesent to look at, but what were their temperments like.  That he would have to see. Duncan was a good looking man that stood about six feet tall, was strong and his arms and legs showed it. He had long brown hair, down to his shoulders, that was tied back from his face by a leather strap ab out his forehead. He wore a kilt and a white lose fitting shirt with long billowy sleeves, and the clan Tartan sash that carried his clan colors.  He stood before the two looking at one then the other.  Arabel he could see was all smiles and in her eyes it seemed she was excited about the whole idea.  That one wore the clean dress.  The other, the one called Alana, though she smiled, had a different look in her eyes.  One that told something about her as did the dirt stains on her clothing.  Duncan chuckled and turned to Cirus.  "Well if I must chose, then I chose your daughter Alana."  He turned  back to Alana and smiled.<br/><br/>Then he turned to her father Cirus once more.  "Me men and I have ridden hard and long. Be there a place close by that we may wash away the dust and dirt of the long travel" The journey had been long and he could only imagine how they smelled. They basiclly lived in the same clothes the whole time and it had been quite warm and they had sweated quite a bit.<br/><br/>"There be a stream just beyond those three there." he pointed to where it was. "Ye can put your horses in the barn there and I'll have me other daughter make a place there for you and your men to sleep tonight. Me wife has been preparing food for when ye would arrive. Once ye have cleaned up and put your horses up come on to the house and we can talk while we eat.   "Alana, show them to the barn and then to the stream and come back and help ye mother and sister."<br/><br/>"Before we go....." Duncan turned to Nathan and nodded. "I didn't know if ye had a horse to ride on the journey back to the Highlands, so I brought you one. She is yours to have, one of my finest. She is gentle and strong, and her name is Flower." Duncan chuckled, as Nathan brought forth the horse. She was brown with white stockings and a white patch on her fore head, and a black main and tail. "She loves to smell the flowers of the fields." again he chuckled, "So she has been named Flower." Duncan took the reins and handed them to Alana. Flower stepped forward and moved her head to rub against Alana.