my bow shall sing with your sword: faramir

It had taken five days to reach North Ithilien on horseback.

Eowyn had spent the days riding by Legolas' side, and the nights sleeping, safe and secure, in his arms. It had been blissful. But now Caras Arnen, the City on the Hills, was looming on the horizon.

It no longer feels like my home, thought Eowyn, and, compared to Eryn Carantaur, it is dark and dismal.

Though she knew that Faramir was as unhappy in their marriage as she was, she also knew that the reasons for their unhappiness must remain a secret forever.

So finding a public solution to this problem, she thought, will be difficult. And finding a private solution may expose raw wounds and cause pain.

But how much harder would it be if Faramir and I had children—

"What are you thinking about, meleth nín?" asked Legolas, clearly concerned by her sudden silence.

"I am thinking that I will do anything, accept any terms, to be with you," she said, gravely.

"It will not come to that, meleth nín," he said. "Trust the Valar."


The gatekeeper hurried to greet the two elves riding up to the barbican. He had recognised Lord Legolas immediately—for he was a regular visitor to Caras Arnen—but the other elf was a newcomer. And small for an elf, he thought.

"Good evening, Lord Legolas," he said, bowing deeply. "Good evening, my lo—oh, my lady!"

And the gatekeeper stood, open-mouthed, as the two travellers bowed courteously from horseback and passed through the barbican, through the gatehouse, and into the City on the Hills.


The reaction of the Palace Guard was similar, but more respectful, since the soldiers genuinely loved and admired their princess. Eowyn and Legolas were escorted with proper ceremony into the main entrance hall, arriving just as Faramir strode down the wide staircase to greet them.

"So," he said, looking from his wife to Legolas and back again, "I was right to send you."

"Yes, Faramir," replied Eowyn.

"Come into my study," he said, "we three need to talk."


Faramir's study was a large, comfortable room on the first floor, lined with books and filled with the day-to-day clutter of rule. Eowyn had spent many happy hours there, discussing civil and military matters with Faramir and his advisors, and working on her orc map.

I will miss this room, she thought. And I will miss him. He has been my best friend. And for some people that would have been enough.

But not for me.

And not for him.

"So," said Faramir, "what are we going to do?"

"I assume," said Legolas, "that you do not object to Eowyn's coming to live with me as my wife?"

Faramir shook his head. "I want her to be happy."

Legolas nodded, solemnly. "Then we need to make a series of decisions," he said. "First, you must decide whether you want your marriage officially dissolved or whether you want your separation kept secret.

"In the former case," he continued, "Aragorn has already pledged us his support and, assuming that it is legally possible, will no doubt dissolve the marriage by decree. But, in that case, it may be necessary to provide him with a reason," he added, tactfully.

He has thought about this a great deal, thought Eowyn.

"If you wish to keep your separation secret, then we need only think of some reason why Eowyn must move to the forest—for her health, for example. My people will know that she is living as my wife, but it will not concern them since the marriage of Men is so different from our customs, we elves do not recognise it as binding.

"But visitors to Eryn Carantaur may be shocked by it—and may gossip on their return to the world of Men. And that would trouble me greatly, for I would not want Eowyn vilified by strangers."

Faramir nodded.

"What do you have to say, meleth nín?" asked Legolas.

"I would prefer for our marriage to be dissolved honourably," said Eowyn to Faramir, "so that Legolas and I might return freely to Caras Arnen in the future—for we would miss your friendship, Faramir." Faramir smiled. "But if that is not possible," she continued, "I will accept whatever arrangement you prefer, so long as I can remain with Legolas."

Faramir rose, and walked to the window, where he stood for a few moments, deep in thought. Then he said, "For some time now, a solution has been forming itself in my mind.

"I knew of your love for one another, of course, just as you, my dear, knew of my love for,"—he hesitated—"for him," he said. "And I realised that neither of you knew of the other's feelings. Perhaps I should have said something sooner, but—instead—I sent Eowyn to Eryn Carantaur for the Harvest Ceremony, and you seem to have worked it out between you."

"By the grace of the Valar," said Legolas.

Faramir nodded.

"As you know, the Prince of Ithilien needs a wife and an heir. In Caras Arnen," he said, "there is a widowed lady of noble birth with two fine young sons—"

"Sieglinde," said Eowyn.

"Yes, my dear. She—she, like me, suffers a forbidden love. And she would be willing to enter into a marriage of convenience with me. I would adopt her sons and they would become my heirs, but we would both live separate lives, though behaving with discretion."

"But would that truly make you happy, Faramir?" asked Eowyn, passionately. She was genuinely concerned for him.

Legolas took her hand and squeezed it gently.

Faramir smiled. "He and I can never live openly, Eowyn. So, yes, I think this arrangement would make me happy."

The three were silent for a while. Then Legolas said, "But we still need to provide Aragorn with a reason why your marriage should be dissolved."

"You can say that I am barren," said Eowyn, suddenly. Legolas and Faramir both turned to her in surprise. "You can say that our marriage would never have produced an heir—which is the truth," she added.

"Melmenya..." Legolas began, for he could not bear that anyone should think Eowyn less than perfect.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because, in the future, you and Legolas may want a child," said Faramir.

"Ah, but then we would just say that elves are more potent then men," she said, smiling.


Faramir began drafting a letter to Aragorn, requesting that the King of Gondor issue a royal decree dissolving the marriage between himself and Princess Eowyn.

The three friends worked carefully on the wording, for though Aragorn did not know of Faramir's love for another, and could not be told in an official letter, Faramir was loath to deceive his friend.

At length, the letter was completed and a messenger was sent from Caras Arnen to Minas Tirith.

And then Eowyn and Legolas spent almost two weeks in the City on the Hills, waiting anxiously for Aragorn's response.


Legolas sat on the windowsill of his bedchamber, his legs dangling two storeys above the ground.

Autumn was already shading into winter and, as Legolas savoured the cool, misty, Emyn Arnen day, the slight chill filled him with a longing to begin the journey home. He would take Eowyn back along the eastern bank of the Anduin, where she would see the great falls to the south of Emyn Arnen. And they would spend a night in the shallow cave behind the waterfall—which Gimli, bless him, had discovered—watching the stars sparkling through the curtain of water.

He smiled. She will love that.

Then we will wait for Gimli where the Anduin joined the Erui, and all return to Eryn Carantaur in time for the first tasting of this year's wine.

If only that decree would arrive!

It was not that their stay in the City on the Hills was unpleasant. Faramir was an excellent host. During the day, the three of them—sometimes the four of them—spent their free hours talking or riding or entertaining guests. And at night, Faramir had tactfully arranged it so that Legolas and Eowyn could be together.

The nights! Legolas felt a deep throb of physical pleasure recalling the nights!

But, the longer they stayed, the more he became aware of the depth of Eowyn's feelings for Faramir. She is so fond of him, he thought, that it will break her heart to leave him—and all the other people she loves here. In Caras Arnen she is a Princess of Men.

But I know it would break her heart to lose me, too. And she is so happy in Eryn Carantaur—there she is a creature of the forest, my Elven Queen.

If only we had not needed to come here...

He heard the chamber door behind him open and close, and a familiar voice sigh deeply. Then it said, "Legolas, what are you doing? You will break your neck!"

Legolas laughed. "I am an elf, meleth nín, so no, I will not break my neck. And I am looking out of the window."

After a few seconds' silence she said, "Can I look out of the window too?"

By the two trees, he thought, I love her. She has the spirit of an elf.

He helped her climb up beside him, holding her firmly, for her balance was not so sure as his.

"Thank you—goodness, I did not realise it was such a long way down!" After a moment she managed to relax a little. "Things do look different from out here," she said.

He hugged her.

"What was the sigh for, meleth nín?" he asked.

"The sigh? Oh, I just—I just want to go home."


"I miss our garden, Legolas," she said. "I miss the trees."

For a moment he thought his heart might burst. "So do I, meleth nín; so do I, my darling."


At dawn on the eleventh day, the messenger returned from Minas Tirith.

Faramir tactfully went to Legolas' chamber himself, and knocked at the door. The elf appeared immediately, wearing a long white night shirt and looking, Faramir thought, surprisingly dishevelled.

"It has arrived," he said. "I have not opened it. I suggest you and Eowyn come to my study as soon as possible."

Legolas nodded and closed the door.


The three friends stood side by side, staring at Faramir's desk. Lying upon it, sealed in a red leather dispatch bag, was Aragorn's reply.

"Open it, Faramir," said Eowyn, shakily.

Faramir nodded. He reached for the leather bag—his movements clumsy with nerves—broke the official seal, unbuckled the strap, and opened it.

Eowyn sat down, heavily. Legolas put his hand upon her shoulder.

"There is a letter," said Faramir. "And there is a royal decree."

Legolas sighed with relief. "That must be a good sign," he said, "surely."

Faramir nodded "I think so..." He broke the seal on the decree and unrolled it. It was a beautiful document, headed with a large illuminated panel depicting the White Tree of Gondor, its details picked out in gold leaf. Beneath the panel were the words that would seal their fates, written a formal, flowing, hand.

Faramir scanned the document, ignoring the long-winded preamble and read out Aragorn's judgement:

Elessar Telcontar, Aragorn Arathornion, Edhelharn, King of Gondor and Lord of the Westlands, decrees that the marriage of Faramir, son of Denethor, Prince of Ithilien, and Eowyn, daughter of Eomund, Princess of Rohan, is dissolved.

The grounds for this dissolution have been made known to us, and we have judged them sufficient, but they are not to be made public.

The dissolution will become law on the third reading of this decree.

The two parties may thereafter live as befits their unmarried state.

With a cry of joy, Legolas lifted Eowyn off the chair and whirled her round and round the room. And Faramir's secretary stepped out from the shadow by the window and embraced his lord.


Aragorn's letter was as personal as his decree had been impersonal.

My dear friends,

Legolas assured me that you would not oppose his choice of Eowyn, Faramir, but I confess I doubted him—I am sorry mellon nín, I see now that you were right.

I cannot say I understand your motives, Faramir, but I sincerely hope that you will be as happy in your new life as I know Legolas and Eowyn are in theirs.

When she heard the news, Arwen, who knows so much more about these things than I do, said that the heart does not always know its true nature until it is tested, and that life should not deny us the chance to correct our past mistakes. I pass her words on to you with all my best wishes.

And now I remind you that you have all three promised to spend Yule here with us in Minas Tirith. And I look forward to seeing you then.

Stay friends, my friends,



There had been rumours that Prince Faramir was about to make an important announcement, and a large crowd had gathered in the Palace Square.

At exactly ten o'clock, the Chief Herald appeared on the palace steps. He waited until the bell ringers had finished ringing the hour, then he stepped forward, unrolled the decree and read out its contents in a loud voice.

The crowd was restive and chattered through the long preamble, but fell silent when they heard:

...decrees that the marriage of Faramir, son of Denethor, Prince of Ithilien, and Eowyn, daughter of Eomund, Princess of Rohan, is dissolved...

The crowd was stunned.


Everyone in the tavern had heard the Chief Herald read King Elessar's decree a second time that morning.

"One more reading," said the landlord of The Sparking Clog, "and the poor lady will be out on her ear."

"Who says that the lady's to blame?" asked the barmaid.

"I'm not saying she's to blame, Rosie, I'm saying it's always the lady that suffers," he replied, philosophically.

"I have heard," said one of the regulars, "that the lady is being sent away to live with the elves. And that's why old Leglass has been staying at the palace. He's to take her off to his woodland realm, as soon as the decree's law."

"Why?" asked Rosie.

"So she's never seen again."

"You've got it all wrong," said a voice by the door. The patrons of The Sparking Clog moved aside to allow a tall man in palace livery to come closer to the bar. "I heard it from my Bronwyn, who heard it from her friend Aileen, who was scrubbing the floor outside Prince Faramir's study the night it was all decided. The marriage has been dissolved because the Princess is barren, and Prince Faramir needs an heir. He will marry again, and soon, you mark my words—though he still loves the Princess," he added.

"Well, who would not?" asked Rosie. "A beautiful lady, so kind to the poor and sick, and always so well-dressed."

"But why is she going to live with old Leglass?" asked the landlord.

"Because he can get her with child," said the palace servant.

"You just said she was barren," protested Rosie.

"Ah, yes," said the servant, "but elf seed's much stronger than men's, so Leg-o-lass can father a child on anyone," he said.

His audience was suitably impressed.


Just fifteen more minutes, thought Legolas. Fifteen minutes, and Eowyn is free.

And I can take her home.

He was standing by the window of Faramir's study, which commanded a good view of the palace steps, waiting to hear the decree read out for the last time. He heard the door open and, assuming it was his lady, turned round smiling. But it was Faramir.

"Eowyn is not here?" Faramir asked, glancing around the room.

"No," said Legolas, "she is packing a few belongings to take back to Eryn Carantaur with us, but I am expecting her to join me at any moment."

"Then I must be quick," said Faramir.

He pulled a chair to the window and sat astride it.

"I do not doubt your love for Eowyn, Legolas, nor hers for you," he began. "Things did not work out between us as husband and wife, but I still love her. She is my dearest friend."

Legolas nodded. "I know," he said.

"And there is something that worries me..." His voice trailed off.

"Yes, mellon nín?" Legolas prompted, after a long silence.

"Immortality," said Faramir, softly.


"You must have thought about this already, I know, but I cannot see any solution," said Faramir. "She will age whilst you remain unchanged, then she will die and you will be left alone—or perhaps die of grief. And we do not know if you will meet again, if you both die."


"I know that you would never deliberately hurt her, Legolas, but—still—I worry about her, and about you, too, my friend—and yet your union feels right to me."

Legolas put his hands on Faramir's shoulders. "I can only tell you what I told her, Faramir: I have no answer, except to trust the Valar. You sent her to me at Eryn Carantaur but, when the time came for me to choose my lady, it was they who made her shine like Ithil; it was they who gave me a mortal love.

"I could have disobeyed them and chosen an elleth. But I accepted her willingly because she was my heart's own choice. And I was already bound to her, Faramir. I have been bound to her since the first moment I saw her, in the Golden Hall at Edoras.

"I will never forsake her, mellon nín, for though her body may lose some of its bloom, and her hair may lose its colour, she will always be my Eowyn. And I will willingly remain faithful to her throughout eternity. For me there is no choice."

Faramir rose from the chair and embraced his friend.

Moments later, Eowyn entered the study. "Goodness," she said, seeing the sadness lingering in both pairs of eyes, "I thought we would all be happy today."

"We will be, meleth nín," said Legolas, "we will all be very happy."


At dawn the following morning, having said their goodbyes, Eowyn and Legolas at last set out for Eryn Carantaur, and began winding their way slowly through the foothills of Emyn Arnen, towards the eastern bank of the Anduin.

"You are quiet, melmenya," said Legolas, softly.

It pained him to see her hesitate to answer, and her expression told him she that was unsure whether she should share her present thoughts with him. "I know that you will miss him, Eowyn," he said, gently.

"I love you, Legolas," said Eowyn, vehemently. "I have been looking for you all my life,"—she hesitated again— "but—"

"I know, meleth nín," he said. "It does not stop you loving Faramir—like a brother."

"Something like a brother, yes," she agreed. Then she smiled. "You always seem to know what I am thinking and feeling."

Legolas reached over and squeezed her hand, and she smiled again, gratefully. But, after a few minutes, she added, "Why does life have to be so cruel, Legolas? Faramir is a good man. Why should the love he shares be frowned upon? It is not so amongst your people."

"No, meleth nín, it is not—"

"I wish he could have come home with us, Legolas," she said. "At Eryn Carantaur they could live together openly. They could be as happy as we are."

"We will invite him, melmenya. And one day, when his heirs have grown to manhood, and Faramir feels that he has discharged his duty to North Ithilien and can safely hand it to his sons for safe-keeping—then, perhaps, he and his love can come and live with us."

"Thank you," she whispered, and Legolas thought her smile the most precious thing he had ever been given.

"Would you like to stop for a while, meleth nín," he asked, for he suddenly wanted to hold her, "or would you prefer to press on until we reach the falls?"

"How long will it take to reach the falls?" she asked.

"Another five or six hours, if all goes well."

"I would like to see the falls," she said. "And if we reach them by three o'clock, it will still be light."

Legolas smiled. "Then let us continue, meleth nín. And," he added, "I have a surprise for you when we get there."


Legolas set the horses free to graze.

Eowyn was standing by the river's edge, gazing up at the great sheet of falling water. "Look, Legolas," she said, pointing to the sky above the wide arc of the waterfall, "a rainbow!"

Legolas laughed. "I know, melmenya. Every waterfall seems to have its own rainbow."


"I do not know."

"Can we go closer?"

Legolas took her by the hand and led her towards the falls but, instead of staying by the water's edge, the path they were following drew them away from the main cataract.

"Where are we going?" Eowyn shouted, above the sound of rushing water.

"It is a surprise," Legolas shouted back.

The path ended at a vertical rock face.

"Here?" she asked. It was cold and wet, drenched by spray from the waterfall.

"No meleth nín, follow me."

There was a narrow chimney running upward through the rock face; Legolas stepped into the recess and began to climb effortlessly.

Eowyn watched him with increasing horror. "Legolas!" she yelled. "You elves are as sure-footed as mountain goats, but we women are not."

"I am sorry, Eowyn nín. Come here." He reached down, took her hand and helped her climb up beside him.

But, although it was a relief to be in the shelter of the rock chimney, where it was drier and quieter, Eowyn had no experience of climbing, and could not see a way up; she wiped her clammy hands on her tunic. Well, she thought, you always wanted your lover to treat you as an equal. But maybe you should not have chosen an elf...

"Now," said Legolas, "see that small ledge, there? Put your right hand on it—now put your left hand here—and your right foot here—and pull yourself up."

"I will fall!"

"No, Eowyn nín, I will not let you fall—that is it. Now, put your left hand here..."

Slowly Eowyn began to climb the chimney. "How much further is it?" she asked. It was obvious that she was afraid—and tired—in spite of her efforts to hide it, and her breathing was becoming laboured.

"Just a few more feet, Eowyn nín."

"How will I ever get down again?"

"I will carry you."

"Why could you not have carried me up as well?"

Legolas laughed. "Because you will appreciate it so much more having climbed up yourself, melmenya," he said.

"Have I ever told you how infuriating you can be?" she asked, her fear expressing itself as anger.

"No, melmenya, you have not." And he was genuinely surprised, now he thought about it, that she had never said it before. "But I should think I can look forward to many years of hearing it, Eowyn nín."

"You must be feeling very guilty, Legolas," she said, pausing to catch her breath, "because you only call me 'Eowyn nín' when you are feeling guilty, and you have called me—oh! Legolas! Look! There is a cave!"

"I know, Eowyn nín. Can you get into it?"

"I will try."

The cave was in reality a narrow tunnel, disappearing into the rock face. Eowyn hauled her upper body into it, then shuffled forward and, for a terrifying moment, her legs dangled unsupported... But Legolas put his hands around her hips and held her safe until she managed to get a firm hold on a ridge in the rock and pull herself inside. The tunnel ran from the chimney towards the waterfall and, as Eowyn crawled along it, she found that it widened out until it joined a broad ledge spanning the full width of the main cataract.

"We are behind the waterfall!" she whispered.

"I know, meleth nín," said Legolas. He wrapped his arms round her and hugged her, laughing. "My brave shieldmaiden!" he said. "Come..."

He led her to the very back of the ledge, where the spray did not reach, rolled out their bedrolls, and set her comfortably against the back wall of the cave. Then he took from his pack the food he had brought specially for this adventure: cheese, fresh bread, a bottle of elderflower champagne, and a small box of sweetmeats he had bought from the market in Caras Arnen.

"Do you want to eat now," he asked, "or later?"

Eowyn stretched out her arms to him.


"Legolas?" she said, sleepily.

"Yes, meleth nín?"

"Promise me that you will carry me down..."


the end



Legolas had been restless all day.

It was two weeks since they had returned from North Ithilien.

For two happy, noisy weeks, full of fun and laughter, Legolas and Gimli had recounted—with some exaggeration—their past adventures to Eowyn; and Legolas had proudly boasted of Eowyn's accomplishments—including her orc map—to Gimli, and of Gimli's accomplishments to Eowyn; and all three friends had merrily made plans for future adventures together.

But Gimli had left for Aglarond that morning and, even though he had promised to see them at Minas Tirith for the Yuletide celebrations, just three months hence, Legolas was already missing him.

Two hours after Gimli's departure Eowyn had found him pacing up and down the walkway outside their chambers.

Three hours after Gimli's departure she could not find him at all.

Five hours after Gimli's departure she was still looking.

She had tried his study, but the uncharacteristic clutter there had told her that he had last been in it with Gimli. She had climbed down the main staircase and tried the stables, but none of the grooms had seen him, and Arod, Brightstar and her new elven horse, Vanyasul, were all standing quietly in their stalls. She had walked to the archery practice field, where Haldir was putting a group of his border guards through their paces, but Haldir had not seen him. She had called on Lord Fingolfin, on Lord Caranthir and on Lady Lessien, but none of them had seen him, either.

And she had just decided to wait for him in their private chambers when she heard something that made her heart stand still.

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying
West, west away, the round sun is falling.

He was singing in the common tongue—which did not strike her as strange until much later—but the melody was pure elven, each note like a bead of liquid gold suspended on a silken thread. It was so beautiful that Eowyn's eyes filled with tears, and her throat burned, to hear it.

Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me—

Oh gods, NO! Eowyn lifted her skirts and ran: up the staircase to Legolas' garden, across the flet—knocking over the chairs in her hurry—to the very furthest corner, then up a tiny, concealed staircase and onto the sea-flet.

And there he was: standing on the top of the low flet-wall, reaching out towards the sea, singing:

For our days are ending and our years failing
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing

What should she do?

"Legolas?" she called softly. But he did not hear her.

Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!

Could she draw his attention without distressing him further? Might he fall? And if he did, Could even an elf survive a fall from this height?

"Legolas," she whispered again, her heart breaking.

And then a miracle happened.

He turned, and he saw her, and the expression on his face was rapturous. "Come, Eowyn; come and look." He stretched out his hand.

She ran to the flet-wall and—forgetting her terror of heights—she scrambled onto it and stood beside him. And her heart leaped with joy when he wrapped a strong arm around her.

"Are you leaving, my love?" she asked, softly. He pressed his lips to her forehead, but his only reply was to sing again:

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing...

His voice trailed away.

Then, "Eowyn nín," he whispered, kissing her again. "I will not leave you, no, I will never leave you whilst I remember—but, sometimes, I forget..."

"Forget what, Legolas?"

"Everything, meleth nín—my life; my love."

He turned to face her, his eyes still large with sea-longing, but his mind suddenly lucid. "The sea-longing is like physical desire, meleth nín," he said, "it is deep and visceral and it demands satisfaction. When I am with Gimli or Aragorn, or when I am distracted by the demands of rule, the sea's call has less power; and when I am with you, Eowyn nín, her call has no power at all.

"But sometimes, when I am alone, she takes me by surprise. And her voice holds such temptation—she whispers of a life of eternal joy, where pain and sadness have been banished; a life of sailing and singing.

"She promises me a peace and contentment I cannot resist.

"And I am so afraid meleth nín—I am afraid that I might one day heed her call and leave for Valinor without knowing—until it is too late—what I am leaving behind—oh, Eowyn nín! Melethril nín," he sobbed.

Oh, Legolas, do not leave me, she thought. Do not ever leave me, my love. I could not live without you...

But she said, in a voice full of courage, "I will not let you leave, Legolas! If the sea should seduce you, or force you against your will, I will sail after you and I will pull you back—even if you reach Valinor I will find my way there and bring you back. And if the Valar turn me away from the undying lands, I will wait out to sea, calling to you, until your senses return and you swim back to me. I will not abandon you, Legolas. Not while there is breath still left in my body!"

"Do you promise, Eowyn nín," he sobbed, "do you swear it?"

"On my life," she said. And then, because her life did not seem precious enough, she added, "I swear it on my love for you."



Contents page

Contents page

Previous chapter: The verdict
The murderer is brought to justice; the guests depart.

Chapter 9

Extra scene: Look at the stars, melmenya!
What happened behind the waterfall.

Extra scene

My bow shall sing with your sword