Faramir went through the preparation exercises his combat Master taught, willing himself to calm. He was not trembling, as he was when he first realized what he had to do. In preparation, he shifted his tunic and combed his fingers through his hair.
Boromir appeared, walking toward him with the unstable grace of the teenage. “Faramir, why did you stop? We have to be there.”
“I had to get ready.”
“Are you really so afraid to talk to Father about what we did?”
“Father did not send for us. It was Nanny.”
Boromir stopped and went into the preparation exercises.