taig: It is so, where I was after being told she would be given as a wife to the first man that would come into the house.
taig: The Queen is befriending me and in dread of losing me.
taig: And I will drag your darling from you as sure as there's foxes in Oughtmana!
taig: If I didn't I'd be tore with his claws and scorched with his fiery breath.
taig: I'll cut him crossways and lengthways the same as a yard of frieze!