"More than I ever thought possible," Elissa replied with narrowed eyes. She kept pace with Haytham, lightly moving on the balls of her feet as they slowly circled the deck. "You thought you won, Howe, but you did not and you never will. My father was your best friend and you betrayed us in the worst possible way. I will never forget the night your men attacked our castle after Fergus had led most of our army to assist the king at Ostagar."

Her voice was full of cold venom and she was looking at Haytham in a completely new way - with undisguised hatred. "That night still haunts my memories and my nightmares, but you have not won! Your men broke into Fergus' room to kill his wife and slay my little nephew. You tried to kill me, but four weren't enough against a Mabari and a half-naked Cousland." She struck out at Haytham's sword, wary of his wrist and their hidden blades though she was seeing Rendon Howe.

"I left my Father to die in a pool of his own blood while he held in his guts with one hand because he made me leave him and Mother. But you didn't win."

"I am going to get him back. I'm going to get them all back."