Now, he had her full attention. He rubbed his sleeve across his face, and the eyes that met hers were sharp and clear. The wind sang in her ears as she spoke, "Prince Charlie. There will be a Rising. Dougal is right about that, but it won’t succeed. Charlie’s army will have some initial success, but it will end in slaughter. At Culloden, that’s where it will end. The... the clans..."