Such were my orders. Oh, Boromir knows what that means. His features set into their familiar stern countenance and, if Faramir has an undercurrent of melancholy to his words, his brother has to bite back his fury.

"Oh, for--" No, no, he will not say what's on his mind. Well, maybe a little. And perhaps his fist thumps down on the table, making his plate jump slightly. "What was he thinking? Is it not enough to lose one son that he must condemn the other in his folly?"