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.
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.
