Cynebur was standing at far left of the lined up muster, her feet were inch deep in deep snow-melted mud, cold wind from mountains brought chills down her spine even though she had many layers of clothing under the chain mail. Pelt was high on her shoulders protecting her. But wind was bold and many of new riders, in weak armor, poor layers of clothing openly shivered at the moot.
Regnwald, son of Regn, Aethelwigend was standing on one high step of stairs, towering over them. His golden braids danced against the wind and snow, just as his pale white armor glistened against weak winter sun. With wisdom in his eyes and serious but kind smile on his lips, he looked at each rider slowly, silencing them without words said.
As men grew silent, he called out with renown braved voice:
- "Lo! Riders of the East-mark!
The harsh winter has hit our kin worse than ever. Crops are lessened with shorter summers, while bitter cold is biting our limb and although our kin do not starve, the strain is grasping at their will and morale. Among these things, Orcs found their way into the plains. Will we stand idle when all these things happen? Nay, I say not!
We are sons and daughters of Eorl, what other purpose do we serve if not for such a cause?
All of you that ride on unworn saddles, wield unscathed shields and spears shall learn of our way, what it means to sleep under stars, eat salted meat everyday and lead your wayworn horses to new harsh winds, with aching limbs and dreams of home. To ride until the day's end and to hope's breaking, and until your hearts can only be awaken with the sound of blasting horns.
Hearken my words! Tonight, rest and leave your worries and thoughts behind, and we leave at first light, to East Wall!" -
He didn't even finish the last word as many pulled their horns, and blew in to cast away the cold and shadowed sun! Young men cheered and their spears and axes hit their shields making noise as if Bema's horses thundered over the sky.
Cynebur raised her voice, tall daughter of mountains, with hair of fire and copper, eyes of Anduin, with voice of two clashing steel swords.
- "For King, For Kin! For Mark!" -
