The priest smiled. "Then we, the reclamations, and all else present will witness your joining."

With his bare hands, the priest scooped up some of the fine ashes and poured them from the side of his closed fists into Ahnasha and Fendros' palms. Even through the fire shield, Ahnasha could feel its heat. "The fires of our lives turn to ash, through ash we let life thrive. Let the ash of your ancestors mingle to join your lives." The priest gestured towards the centre with his flat hands. "Join hands."

Fendros gave Ahnasha a reassuring smile, before reaching and turning his fingers over Ahnasha's hands. The piles of hot ash in their palms mixed, with excess falling back into the brazier. Their hands were now directly above the hottest part of the remaining coals.

"Fendros Avarul?" The priest said. "Repeat these words. Azura's light revealed you to me...

"Azura's light revealed you to me," Fendros stared into Ahnasha's eyes as he spoke.

"Mephala's webs spun us together..."

"Mephala's webs spun us together."

"Boethiah's sword cuts us free..."

"Boethiah's sword cuts us free."

"But not fire, nor frost,"

"But not fire, nor frost."

"Nor disease, nor famine,"

"Nor disease, nor famine."

"Blood, oblivion, nor hardship and power shall force our souls asunder."

"Blood, oblivion, nor hardship and power shall force our souls asunder."

"As long as I live, Ahnasha, Daughter of Gwindir,"

"As long as I live, Ahnasha, Daughter of Gwindir."

"You are as I would care for my own soul,"

"You are as I would care for my own soul."

"This I swear, for all my ancestors to hear,"

"This I swear, for all my ancestors to hear."

"And the reclaimed tribunal that guides me, blessed they be,"

"And the reclaimed tribunal that guides me, blessed they be."

As unforgettable as the words were, Fendros was grateful for the priest's recital to help him remember.

The priest turned his attention to Ahnasha. "Ahnasha, daughter of Gwindir, repeat these words..."