Aye, against the English. It was where I was before I came here...I think.

[He's not so sure of that anymore, and some of that doubt creeps into his voice. But the battle he remembers well enough, and that uncertainty slips away as he continues.]

We'd gone to join the other clans to fight, on Culloden Moor. It was raining, a cold rain with more than a hint of sleet to it. There had been an attack that had taken place the night before, and we were sore tired from it, but the English were not about to let us rest.