"Why should we honour a mad man who abandoned his city and even tried to kill his own son?"
Aragorn looked at him sharply. "Be careful with your tongue, young man of Gondor. It was a Steward of Gondor that you are speaking of. He was a great man that sadly succumbed into despair. No one in my realm shall call him a madman. He never abandoned Minas Tirith. At his last moments he cared not for the battle for he was with his dying son, but he left the defence in the capable hands of Mithrandir."
"As for the pyre he set for his son," another voice said calmly, "let that son bid you a word of wisdom: speak not of things you know not!"
The young man found himself trembled before his King and Steward.