For the first time, I drew my sword and declared us both by name.
It could have been the moment that marked my end – we stood surrounded by a halo of spears, sharp rays of the sun all pointed inward towards the claims that I made. But the young warrior who had risen from the sacred plains took my measure and gave me instead his word, his sword and his heart.
I never looked back. I had crossed into Rohan in the dark grip of night. Now we rose together, the sun and the morning star, our fates joined in joy.