Donald nodded.  "Aye, that ya do.  I'm Donald, and you would be the Lady Branween.  He moved his eyes up and down her, thinking she was quite the figure of a woman, before resting on her face.  "And won't they be missin' you up at the hall?"<br/><br/>He did not tell her that he had just rubbed down the horse on which she had laid. It seemed a bit to personal a subject.  Still he could imagine quiet a bit when he looked at her.  Donald shook his head for a moment and called himself a fool.  What right had he to gaze up the chieftain's son's bride?  As lovely as she was, she wasn't for the likes of him.