I've never seen one myself, but all th' stories I've heard have said there's more than one. [Merida lifts her hand to her chin again, rubbing it thoughtfully.] 'Course I've only heard one story about them, from a trader who came to DunBroch. He said he'd seen one pull up to a door one night, got a bucket of blood in his face for it.

[That was how they knew who was going to die, because nobody could witness a Dullahan at work. Not that she says that to him, because it seemed to her that the subject of the Reaper alone was a bit troubling. Her expression softens and she stops fiddling with the ring for a moment when she hears that, smiling in understanding.]

It's a hard thing, to admit something's your fault. Sometimes it takes losin' somethin' to realize that it was. [She sounds as though she speaks from experience, crossing her arms on her lap.] You stepped up an' took th' blame before it could get worse, an' that's a brave thing to do.