After a fine day's linkie-hunting, the captured prey are checked over -
will they just end up as trophies hung in the castle hall,
or might they have some value for the Stuart Lords?
Lullie MacGregor makes a bad mistake when she lets slip she's the daughter
of that notorious rogue Black Donald of Glenghastlie,
the Duke of Montmightie laughs heartily, "We've struck gold, my friends!"
the Presbyter of Pitcrule pauses in his exploration of the young body
stretched terrified across his knees, "Aye, the Lord has dealt graciously with us,
and delivered this precious prize into our hands!"
The Marquis of Tawse glares fiercely at the captive caleen, flicking his cane towards her,
"A merry dance you led us today, young linkie -
but now you're our game - down in the dungeon,
my cooks will prepare you for roasting -
but if you're wise you'll earn yourself a quicker death,
if you'll just tell us where your wild boar of a father lurks in his den ..."