“By the blood of my forefathers, By the stone of my home, I stand upon this bridge, And I will not be drowned!”

“Rannoch, Rannoch, gentle tide, Guide us through your rolling stride, We walk beside you, not beneath, In peace we’ll share this Highland heath.”

“You have saved us all,” he said, his voice hoarse from the wind. “The old tales speak true—courage can bind even the fiercest water.”