Merry crawled on all fours like a dazed beast, and such a horror was on him that he was blind and sick. ‘King’s man! King’s man!’ his heart cried within him. ‘You must stay by him. As a father you shall be to me, you said.’ But his will made no answer, and his body shook. He dared not open his eyes or look up.
Merry display's the battle between spirit and flesh in his pursuit of loyalty and closeness to the king! Am I a 'King's man' such as he? May I wrestle and strive as much as he to be so.
