With due deference to the creative genius of Terry Pratchett, I’d like to introduce to those who haven’t yet met them Discworld’s own sensitive (they’re very sensitive about lawyers) kilted clansmen, the Nac Mac Feegle, or The Wee Free Men:



This is Rob Anybody:



The Gaelic sig line I use is a translation into Scottish Gaelic of part of their famous declaration, “Nac Mac Feegle! The Wee Free Men! Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna’ be fooled again!”

I reckoned that there must be a Discworld Gaelic to match Irish, Manx and Scottish from certain internal evidences such as “nac” (neach) and “tethera” (ceithir) so I translated the whole statement as “Neach Mhic Phaoigeal! Na Daoine Saor Beag! Gun rìgh! Gun bhànrìgh! Gun cheannard! Gun uachdaran! Cha mheallar sinn a-rithist!”

They certainly wear the kilt, but as they all seem to wear the same tartan there’s no evidence that they’ve caught up with Victorian fashions yet.