He would need more of the potion, but this would begin the healing and make sure the Commander didn't die. I pushed another vial in his hand and stumbled my way back to the unconscious king. I opened the third injury potion and poured the contents down Cailan's throat.

I had no idea how badly hurt he was I just knew that we couldn't stay here. Soldiers had made a perimeter around us, but they were falling. We just had to hold out for the Teyrn. He would see the beacon and come to our rescue.

The perimeter broke for a moment allow a solider wearing the Kings colors entry into our circle. He spoke quietly to Duncan. The Grey Warden looked up at the tower once more and frowned. He nodded his agreement. The solider walked over to us taking off his helmet and undoing his chest mail.

"Milady. Give me his armor. The Teyrn has routed the troops. He is pulling back all the forces and abandoning us. Get the King off the field and get him to safety. I will create a diversion."

"You can't. You'll die," I said in denial.

"It is my duty to die for my king. If he lives, then my sacrifice will not be in vain. Now please do it for me." He said continuing to remove pieces of his armor.

Duncan could see I was having accepting the death of one man over the other. "Rhiannon, he has made his decision. To talk him out of it would undermined his honor."

"By the Black city how is a man's honor more important than his life. Do you have a family? Something to live for?"

"Yes. But He is right. I must do this. I am comparable in looks and build to the king. I was for several occasions the Kings political body double. We need a diversion and I can do that. The more we argue about it. The less time we have to see that he survives. Now please help me." He was completely without armor at this moment imploring me to see what needed to be done.

Through my tears, I begin stripping the king of his armor. In truth, I have no idea how and my fingers fumble with the strapping. My slowness is frustrating others and they push me out of the way. I wring my hands not knowing what to do.

The solder finished putting Cailan's armor on and pulled his sword. "Most of them should follow me. I have confidence in you that the Grey Wardens can protect the king and punish that traitor who left us to die. Make sure they suffer my lady."

"What is your name? I will make sure it gets honored." I cry out.

"It's Morien, I hale from the storm coast. Honor all the men who stand with the King and I will die happy."

I watched him yell a battle cry and ten of our eighteen soldiers went with him drawing away many of the Darkspawn as his plan worked.

Overhead a red dragon roared it displeasure at the battle below as it flew in the direction of the Tower of Ishal. I looked at the lit beacon one last time and though of Alistair and Aedon for the first time. I wondered how they were dealing with the boredom and if they knew what the traitor did.

"Rhiannon come. We must get Cailan to safety before their sacrifice means nothing."

I glowered at Duncan. Angry at how easy it was for him to dismiss life before following him across a battlefield strewn with dead and dying alike. And I could do nothing for them.