“… A ruler must have the patience to seek all counsels, and strength to heed only his own.
Though his seat stand highest, he serves even the lowest; no man is his equal, but he must treat each man as such.
He must never falter, for others follow his banner and are guided by his footsteps.
His people’s misfortunes are his misfortunes, his glories their glories, his failings: his alone.”
There. He had done it, perfectly, at last. The boy let go the breath he’d been holding.
Without looking up, Denethor nodded.
“Again.”
And Boromir sighed.
“This is the ruler’s creed … ”


