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)