Imagine that you are Lord Ullin. You bemoan and lament the tragic loss of your lovely daughter and curse yourself for having opposed her alliance with the chieftain. Express your feelings of pain and anguish in a letter to your friend.
201, Market Street
Aberdeen, Scotland
20th March, 20XX
Dear James
They say what can’t be cured must be endured. But I had no patience and endurance. My beautiful daughter. Oh ! How much I loved her. She fell in love with the chieftain of Ulva island. The alliance was definitely not of my liking. The chieftain was no match to the honour and glory of our clan. Hence, I opposed her alliance with him. But the girl was passionately in love and eloped with him to escape my wrath. For three days they kept on running from one place to the other. I took my armed horsemen and gave them a hot chase. I had decided to kill the chieftain if he was caught alive. I came to know that he had taken a boat to reach over the ferry. My daughter was urging the boatman to row fast as she didn’t want to face my anger. At last, they were in our view. Soon the stormy waves engulfed the boat. I saw my daughter struggling and extending a hand for help. My anger turned into wailing. I assured to forgive them. But I was destined to see the most tragic sight in my life. My daughter lay dead with her one arm around her lover.
Yours sincerely Ullin