His whole appearance and gait, which used formerly to denote a sullen feeling of conscious degradation, was now bold, forward, and haughty; and he stood before Catharine with smiling confidence, as if fully conscious of his improved appearance, and waiting till she should recognise him.
"Conachar," said Catharine, desirous to break this state of suspense, "are these your father's men ?" "No, fair Catharine," answered the young man.

"Conachar is no more, unless in regard to the wrongs he has sustained, and the vengeance which they demand.

I am Ian Eachin MacIan, son to the chief of the Clan Quhele.

I have moulted my feathers, as you see, when I changed my name.
And for these men, they are not my father's followers, but mine.

You see only one half of them collected: they form a band consisting of my foster father and eight sons, who are my bodyguard, and the children of my belt, who breathe but to do my will.