I feel like weeping and clinging to Estel, begging him not to leave. We
have been parted so many times before. This time though, is different.
He must either emerge victorious or perish, and with him, all that is
good. My heart is breaking. Yet I smile and tell him I am confident
that soon he will claim the crown and with it, my hand. Hard is the
woman's lot, to sit and spin by the fire while the men ride to war. My
heart foresees darkness and destruction in the coming days. I can only
hope. Hope will endure.