Donnard: Fantasy

I was donnard when I came home after a wee spell of raiding, only to find my lady fair and all the othern had scuppered off to the laird Donagal. That low-down castle-thieving man had taken me entire court! And so I packed up me claymore and tromped off through the moors in search of his low-down, thieving self. A few cattle now and then were one thing, but my lady fair? That, says I, was entirely beyond the pale. And so I came upon his castle in the wee hours of dawn, expectin' to hear the celebratin' and the carryin'-on that one would find after such a successful (and low-down) raid, only to find...silence. Now this, I stood and scratched my head with my claymore--

Inspiration: "donnard" - slang for stunned, dazed
Story Potential: Low. Or maybe high, but for a really awful story.
Notes: Oh lord. This is so bad. All the slang is jumbled up, and it's just--well, I was laughing as I wrote it. There's that, I suppose!