Is there a place where I may sit and contemplate the many fine individuals who have left this land. That time has come when I must take stock, and then move forward. So many are missing from my band of warriors, I fear for the nation’s future. But then they say that no one knows the future. Perhaps that is right, but I doubt it.
For I know I will die, and so I fear for those who follow in my foot steps. Where will they find succour when we have lost so many today. Forester may we rest here a while.
Why I thank you sir, ‘tis a seat fit for a king. A king who has won a battle but not the war.
Now arise my merry band, we ride to Hastings, our duty to perform.