“He’s a Breccan.” “And he is mine,” Mirin countered coolly. “Lower your arrows, before you shoot an innocent person.” “What do you mean he is yours? Are you bound to this man, Mirin?” Frae watched as her mother looked at Niall. “Yes. We spoke a vow on this hill, years ago by the light of the moon. He is mine, and should you harm him, you would hold a debt against me that you could never repay.”
