Something stirred in my heart the moment I saw him ride in. His brother’s face was there, and Striders’s bearing, and something that was all his own. He was weary, filthy and harried, yet he shone like a star.
My soul stirred again this morning as I watched him ride away. His father’s edict was a burden that weighed upon his heart, but his pain was for his men. His life was Gondor's; Denethor could not break his spirit or resolve.
I knew already I would be his sworn man forever. I had simply given my fealty to the wrong Steward of Gondor.