The name which he bore, the blood of the Lords of the Isles, should have been his protection.

Glengarry in a rage went to Dundee and demanded vengeance on Lochiel and the whole race of Cameron.

Dundee replied that the unfortunate gentleman who had fallen was a traitor to the clan as well as to the King.

Was it ever heard of in war that the person of an enemy, a combatant in arms, was to be held inviolable on account of his name and descent?
And, even if wrong had been done, how was it to be redressed?
Half the army must slaughter the other half before a finger could be laid on Lochiel.

Glengarry went away raging like a madman.
Since his complaints were disregarded by those who ought to right him, he would right himself: he would draw out his men, and fall sword in hand on the murderers of his cousin.