I have seen the greatest warrior that ever lived tear himself out of his grave within the Earth and rise up sword in hand. He threw his shield into the sky and it became the sun and so great was his blade that it was too bright to see, so much of the sun did it reflect.
He threw from him the rocks and earth that had been his bonds and shook his mighty head and roared his battle cry. As he stretched his limbs the rocks flew and the Earth trembled, the seas grew mad and the darkness was torn to shreds to blow away upon the wind.
He bore great scars upon his body, great wounds upon him which had healed in puckered flesh.
He pulled me up onto his horse to ride with him. I feel his strength behind me as I ride, protection at my back, his sword in front.