Illianer Oath

Night do be gathering, and now my watch do be beginning, Fortune prick me. It shall not end until I do be dying. I will no take a wife, own no boat, do no be father. I shall not be King of Illian, else he channel my head into my belly and feed me my own feet for breakfast. I do be living and dying at my post. I do be the sword in the darkness. I do be the guard on the Spray. I do be warming pan in the bed, the morning tide, the call of the captain that do be making the mates work, the barrier that do be stopping the Trollocs. I do be pledging my life and honor to Bayle Domon, for tonight and all nights to come. My aged grandmother do be saying the same thing, fortune prick me.