Scottish drums announced their arrival as they entered the great hall; all in attendance stood and joined in cheering for the newly married couple. Hand in hand Broderick and Elisabeth walked through the sea of happy faces to the head table where Kendrix and Isobel sat. Taking their places at the head table, Broderick signaled for his clan to be seated. Pulling out Elisabeth’s chair, he watched her gracefully sink into the chair as he tucked it in. Casting his gaze down his table, and over the countless tables before him he nodded to his clan, “Tonight we celebrate, we celebrate life and family. We celebrate the bond of marriage and the start of a new era for our clan.” Raising his goblet high, “to Elisabeth, and to our clan, may God continue to smile upon our people, let us celebrate my friends!” Lifting their goblets, every person in the room lifted their goblets and cheered loudly in merriment; celebrations like this were rare in the Highlands. The MacMillan clan took nothing for granted, life was fickle and precious in this troubled time.
