There was a measure of reassurance to be taken from the happy ending of the story, that Grima was rightfully banished and that he uncle regained his own mind. But while the kingdom might have recovered as though overnight, Eowyn had a longer journey ahead of her. Hild had no doubt that she would make it through, but not suddenly and without effort.

She smiled kindly and inclined her head in a small nod. "I would not dream of stealing the honor away from you," Hild said. "But I do not think you take your own measure right, my friend. I believe many a worthy man would be willing to wait for these bad memories to fade and be forgotten. A woman such as you is not common." Her smile turned teasing, playfully chiding. "Or do you think I take anyone to be my companion, so close as you?"