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"I am not one that sits with his arms folded either," Edhener told Leoflic. "And my spirit grows impatient, and longs for fell deeds that would earn it a place among the heroes of old."
Edhener fell silent, thinking that he had probably said too much about himself, and too little about what concerned them. Maybe Thomas and Mayonette were right, when they asked for caution, but caution was something that he had never understood, and always dismissed. He prefered riding recklessly into the midst of the enemy's camp, waving his sword and singing the songs of old warriors, and shouting the name of his country and of his beloved. Even the mere thought of this made his eyes blaze the brighter.
However, he did not voice those thoughts aloud. For one thing, he knew that such thoughts were far from convincing for those who favoured caution. "And yet," he said to himself, "am I not a Rohirrim? And does not recklessness go with that name? The desire for fell deeds has been set in my heart since before I was born, being an heirloom from anscestors whose name I have not heard. All that dwell in this land have this desire, even those that love caution so much, although now they little realise it." He gazed at his companions thoughtfully. Was this not true about them, also? At lenght he said:
"I know my words sound full of foly, but such is my nature, and surely in your hearts you all had felt as I do, if only once and for a short while. Of course, I am not the leader of this company, and only she has the right to choose what course to take. Yet I do hope she will pay heed to my words, also. Time is our greatest foe, lady Mayonette. You talk about fearing death in the forest, but here is what I fear. I fear not being too late, and with every hour that passes, this thought torments me and pierces my heart."
Edhener stopped to catch his breath. He turned now to face Mayonette.
"Do not think that I am trying to rebel against your orders." he said "I am not. I am only telling what my fears say to me.
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