Là Inbhir Lòchaidh

Alasdair of sharp, biting blades, if you had the heroes of Mull with you, you would have stopped those who got away, as the dulse-eating rabble took to their heels. Alasdair, son of handsome Colla, skilled hand at cleaving castles, you put to flight the Lowland pale-face: what kale they had taken came out again. […]