Majella
Grania, captain
Things look bad
We've english sailors
Come on board!
Donal, ma'am
The man's a traitor
Holy god!
Protect us lord!
Donal, yes, your husband
Wants us to surrender!

Grace
Quickly now, i need my sword!

Majella
(spoken)
No grania. you can't; you can't move! you are too weak.

Grace
(spoken)
I must go up there.

Majella
(spoken)
No grania you can't.

Grace
(spoken)
Majella, give me my sword.

Majella
(spoken)
No, you can't.

Grace
(spoken)
Give me my sword.

(music to end of battle)