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Drech's conversation with Queen Muiredach in Chapter Three:

“You are going to Pictland, Pendragon?” came a cautious voice.
Drech glanced over his shoulder to see the queen standing behind his chair. He had been too consumed in his thoughts to notice that she rounded the head table to his seat.
“Oh, ie, Queen Muiredach,” he said, rising from his own chair. “I am.”
“Haz you met a Pictii besides myself?” she asked.
“Princess Eva, a Novantae,” Drech replied, “and of course in battle.”
The queen gave a hesitant smile. “We are strange ones to you Britannae. Not alike at all. You do not speak /Maetae/ do you?”
Her voice bounced off the four syllables as if it were striking bells instead of saying a word.
“Speak what, Madam?” Drech said, his ears trying to attune themselves to her utterance.
“You do not speak Pictish,” she said, as an explanation. 
“Ah! No, Madam,” Drech said with a light laugh. “I fear I do not. Yet Lord Orson does, as you know, and I believe one of the knights as well. Is that what it is called? May-eh-tay-eh?”
“Most certainly,” she giggled. “But do not say it like that, for it is nonsense. It is the speech of the Pictii of the south. My people. Pendragon, take care. There is much anger against the Britannae in that land.”
“Why is that, Queen?”
“You remember my first husband Prince Fulgen of Bryneich.”
“Ie, of course.”
Drech could not forget the man whose murder he solved and whose second killer was still free and unpunished.
“He led a campaign into Maetae land,” Queen Muiredach continued. “His army beat that of Prince Galam, a mighty general of much renown. It was a huge slaughter. Do not expect to be welcomed.”
Drech had to think on these words.
“The highest ruler is called the Brude,” she said. “If you meet him, do not speak to the interpreter, have one of your own interpret your words. Then the Brude will be forced to recognize you as an equal.”
“That is good advice, Madam,” Drech replied. “Thank you.”
“I must go and speak to Queen Elen. She is pregnant, you know. Although not near as far along as I am.”
Drech blinked in surprise, for he had not noticed Queen Muiredach's protruding stomach.
She cradled her growing belly with loving hands, but her eyes spoke fear.
“Are you well, Queen Muiredach?” Drech asked.
She gave a sorrowful laugh. “As ezer. My child is half Pictii. That is not the best thing to be in Rheged. And to make matters worse, his mother was a slaze.”
Drech had not thought of that. Of course the queen would be concerned about her child who, though heir to a lord, could be an outcast in his own land.
“My grandmother was a foreigner and a slave,” Drech replied.
“What?” she gasped, her eyes wide in shock.
“Ie,” Drech said. “It is true. She was a Gewissae, a barbarian, and until my grandfather married her, she was his slave.”
“She was a slaze? The Queen of all Albion was a slaze just as I was?”
Drech nodded. “She was in deed, Madam. Ie, many people did not like her because she was born poor and a Gewissae. But her sons, my father and my uncle, were loved and respected.”
“Thank you, Pendragon,” Queen Muiredach replied, with a sigh of relief. “You do not know how your words have helped me.”

With the grammar changed it would read like this:

“You go-later to Pictland, Pendragon?” came a cautious voice.
Drech glanced over his shoulder to see the queen standing behind his chair. He had been too consumed in his thoughts to notice that she rounded the head table to his seat.
“Oh, ie, Queen Muiredach,” he said, rising from his own chair. “I am.”
“You meet-before Pictii not me?” she asked.
“Princess Eva, a Novantae,” Drech replied, “and of course in battle.”
The queen gave a hesitant smile. “We strange to you Britannae. Not same. You speak not /Maetae/?”
Her voice bounced off the four syllables as if it were striking bells instead of saying a word.
“Speak what, Madam?” Drech said, his ears trying to attune themselves to her utterance.
You speak not Pictish,” she said, as an explanation. 
“Ah! No, Madam,” Drech said with a light laugh. “I fear I do not. Yet Lord Orson does, as you know, and I believe one of the knights as well. Is that what it is called? May-eh-tay-eh?”
“Certain,” she giggled. “But you say not it like that, for it nonsense. It speech of Pictii in south. Me people. Pendragon, you take care. There many anger against Britannae in Pictii land.”
“Why is that, Queen?”
“You remember me first husband, Prince Fulgen of Bryneich.”
“Ie, of course.”
Drech could not forget the man whose murder he solved and whose second killer was still free and unpunished.
“He led campaign into Maetae land,” Queen Muiredach continued. “He army beat Prince Galam, mighty general of much renown. It then huge slaughter. Expect not welcom.”
Drech had to think on these words.
“Highest ruler called Brude,” she said. “If you meet him, speak not to interpreter. Have you own man interpret you words. Then Brude force-then to recognize you as equal.”
“That is good advice, Madam,” Drech replied. “Thank you.”
“I need speak to Queen Elen. She pregnant, you know. Far not as long as I.”
Drech blinked in surprise, for he had not noticed Queen Muiredach's protruding stomach.
She cradled her growing belly with loving hands, but her eyes spoke fear.
“Are you well, Queen Muiredach?” Drech asked.
She gave a sorrowful laugh. “As ezer. My child half Pictii. That best thing not in Rheged. Worse, his mother before a slaze.”
Drech had not thought of that. Of course the queen would be concerned about her child who, though heir to a lord, could be an outcast in his own land.
“My grandmother was a foreigner and a slave,” Drech replied.
“What?” she gasped, her eyes wide in shock.
“Ie,” Drech said. “It is true. She was a Gewissae, a barbarian, and until my grandfather married her, she was his slave.”
“She before slaze? Queen all Albion before slaze same me?”
Drech nodded. “She was in deed, Madam. Ie, many people did not like her because she was born poor and a Gewissae. But her sons, my father and my uncle, were loved and respected.”
“Thank you, Pendragon,” Queen Muiredach replied, with a sigh of relief. “You know not you word help me.”

Is this too hard to understand?