Ronan of the Noble Heart
A Retelling of Kate Crackernut
Author’s Note
Recently, I rediscovered, while looking through my books, my copy of “Noble-Hearted
Kate” by Marianna Mayer, which is a loose retelling of Kate Crackernut with
undertones of Tam Lin. I had originally had another idea for my challenge
story, but since it wasn’t going anywhere, I decided to take up this one
instead. I love Celtic folk tales of all kinds, and this one, while simple, is
exciting, and, in the original, has a strong heroine (very common in the Celtic
tradition) and goes into a lot of the troupes that one usually sees in Celtic
fairy tales. It is also partly the Irish version of the Twelve Dancing
Princesses, for the prince in the story must go each night to dance in the
Faery hill and he cannot tell why, and the king, his father, is beside himself
with what to do, so when Kate comes along while looking for a cure for her
sister’s curse, she offers to sit with the prince and ultimately finds out what’s
ailing him. What I think I loved most about the story and what Marianna Mayer
did a lovely job with in her retelling was the bond between Kate and her
sister. I love brotherly or sisterly stories best, and though there is a bit of
romance between Kate and the prince she rescues, at its heart it is a story
about the love the two sisters share.
Going to rewrite it, I thought a nice twist would be a traditional
gender-swap. The hero is a prince and the damsel in distress is an actual damsel.
Apart from that, the story as itself is mostly the way it is told
traditionally, but I embellished it a bit, of course, and added more detail
especially to the princess’s rescue which is rather glossed over as things are
in fairy tales. If you would like to read the original, a version can be found
here: http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/5571/
Once a long time ago in Ireland, in the days of the High
Kings, there was a king and a queen from different kingdoms who decided to
marry. Each had a son of the same age, one as red as fire, and the other as
dark a night. Despite the king and queen’s fears that the boys would not get
along, they instantly settled into a friendship as great as any two brothers of
blood, and were nearly inseparable, sporting, hunting, and fighting together.
As it
neared the eve of their eighteenth birthday, the king and queen decided it was
time for the boys to find suitors so they began to introduce them to the
princesses of the nearby kingdoms. As it turned out, the girls all seemed to
prefer Conner, the dark one, over Ronan, the fiery one, and it was true that
Conner was the more comely of the two with his sharp features and glowing,
ready smile, while Ronan possessed a plainer face spotted in freckles and wild
red hair that would never be tamed. But he never held it against his
stepbrother, for he could never hate Conner for any reason, and they laughed
and joked about the girls, uncaring about most of them as it was anyway.
Unfortunately,
the queen decided to take it upon herself to be jealous for Ronan’s sake, for
he was her son, and she wished him to gain the hand of the best princess in the
land instead of Conner. So she sought a way to make this happen and ultimately
turned as so many do in folly, to the Fair Folk.
It turned
out that in asking for her son to be made the fairer of the two men, the Fae
decided to play a trick and instead of making Ronan the fairer, they would
simply make Conner the uglier, but it mattered little to the queen how it was
accomplished, as long as her son was the only one adored by the princesses. The
Fae gave her a spell to put into Conner’s drink that evening and promised good
on the bargain by the next morning. The queen did as instructed and that night
put the mixture into the goblet of wine Conner drank from, hoping to see
results by the next dawn.
When dawn
came, Ronan woke to the cry of his brother, and ran to his room to see what
ailed him, his sword at the ready in the chance there was an attacker.
“Conner,
why do ye yell, brother?” Ronan asked as he pushed the door open and then
halted in shock as he saw the other man standing in front of the mirror, hands
frantically passing over his face that was no longer the face of a handsome
young callant. Indeed, his whole head had been somehow transformed into that of
a goat!
“Ronan, I
know naught what happened!” Conner cried in despair. “I woke up and saw this!
Surely it is some enchantment! Certainly it couldn’t have been the pudding. What
shall we do?”
“I swear I
will do all I can to fix it,” Ronan said decidedly, clapping a hand to his
brother’s shoulder. “For you shall not be thus forever. It is surely some evil
that has been done to you, and I fear it has come from my own mother.”
Ronan had
come to the conclusion quickly enough. It had not escaped his notice how his
mother treated Conner with scorn and oftentimes Ronan as well for not sharing
her feelings toward his stepbrother. If anything, her hatred of Conner had only
made their friendship stronger, and Ronan would not let his brother languish in
his current state a moment longer than he could help.
“Come,
Conner, we shall ready for a quest,” he said and took up a cloak which he
wrapped around his brother’s shoulders with a hood which he covered his
disfigured head with.
“But surely
this is some magic of the Fae,” Conner said. “And if that be so, then where
shall we look for a cure?”
“I know not
yet,” Ronan said with a shake of his head, not allowing himself to be turned
aside from his task no matter how impossible it might prove to be. “I know only
that I will make you well.”
And so the
two gathered their swords and shields and saddled their horses and rode off
across the lands, and out of their own kingdom, to the part of Erin that held
the Greenwood, which was the kingdom of the Fair Folk. If there were any place
they would be able to break the curse, Ronan knew this would be it.
But the
journey was long, and Ronan knew not how much longer it might prove to be, and
he thought it would be goodly to have an occupation so they would not languish
for want of vittles and coin. It was in his thinking that two strong young men
could find any sort of occupation, even if one had the head of a goat.
One day on
their travels, they came into another of Erin’s lesser kingdoms and went to
seek work at the king’s hall. They had only rode into the outer courtyard,
before they came upon a maiden, looking out to the Greenwood, and seeming to be
sad of heart. A lovelier maiden, Ronan had never seen before. Her hair was the
color of gold, and her eyes the green of the Wood, but she was pale with grief,
and her hands wrung in her skirts as if she were troubled deeply of soul.
Ronan
dismounted and handed his reigns to his brother as he went to see what ailed
the maiden.
“My lady,”
he said as he approached and bowed to her courteously as she turned to him.
“Forgive me for intruding, but I cannot help but see you are sad.”
She looked
up at him and offered a small smile that did not touch her emerald eyes. “I
apologize for seeming such. It is only that my sister is ill these last several
months, and no one can figure why. I do know, but I am not allowed to say,
which is why no one can help her.”
Ronan saw
the anguish clear in her features and felt her pain all the more when thinking
of his own dear brother, and how he seemed unable to help him as well. He
recognized some foul work at play, and became determined to help this girl and
make her sister well.
“I think I
understand your plight,” he said kindly and motioned to Conner who had come
over to listen to the maiden’s tale. “My brother has been cursed for the
jealousy of my mother, and I have been crossing all of Erin to find some cure
for him. Perhaps if I can help make your sister well, I will also be able to find
the key to his ailment.”
“We are
looking for work,” Conner said from under his hood. “I assure you, we will do
all we can.”
The maiden
smiled at Conner, this time with a little bit more of it reaching her eyes. “My
father is offering goodly pay for any who will find out what is ailing my
sister,” she said. “He has hired men and women alike to watch over her while
she sleeps, but none are ever there by morning.” Her face turned dour again.
“You understand that if you take this task upon yourselves, you might never be
seen again. No one knows what happens to those who sit by her bedside.”
Ronan took
her hand in both of his in the way of a knight swearing fealty to his lord. “I
daresay that none have been as determined as I, my lady. Now bring me to your
father, so that we may offer our services to him.”
The maiden,
who was called Anna, led them into the hall and to her father the king. Ronan
and Conner bowed before him and spoke their business.
“My lord,
your daughter has told us of her sister’s plight, and we wish to sit with her
the night and try to solve the mystery of her ailment,” Ronan said.
The king
looked sadly upon the two young men, wondering vaguely why the one was hooded,
and thought of the waste it would be if they disappeared before the next dawn.
“You two are young and brave, sure enough,” he said. “But you would be better
serving in my hall with my warriors. As much as I want my daughter back, I do
not wish to see young men throw their lives away.”
“Do not
doubt my courage or my determination, my lord,” Ronan said, his voice steely
and firm in the hall. “I swear that I will cure your daughter, and if I am to
die trying, then so be it. It would only rest heavily upon my head if I did not
do so. I understand something of the matter, for my brother shares a similar
plight. I beg you give me three nights, my lord, and if I do not have your
daughter back to you whole by then, I shall let whatever powers have hold of
her take me and be glad of it!”
The king was
heartened and astonished by the fiery young man’s determination and his heart
swelled with fondness and respect. “Then you shall sit with Princess Kate this
night, and do all you can. I wish you the best of luck, my noble callant.”
Ronan bowed
again and he and Conner went off with a vassal to be shown a room for them to
stay in.
“Is this
madness, Ronan?” Conner asked quietly as they unloaded their packs on the beds
of their room.
“Perhaps,”
Ronan said with a careless grin as he unbuckled his sword and set it against
the foot of the bed. “But that girl knows more than she can say, and is under
some spell as to be unable to speak it. She only wants her sister back, and for
that I cannot blame her. I will do all I can to make it so.”
“She is
extremely beautiful,” Conner said teasingly, with a hint of wistfulness in his
voice.
“She is
that, indeed,” Ronan said with a laugh, catching his brother’s longing and
deciding he would make no eyes at the Princess Anna himself. “But now all we
can do is wait for the night to fall. Now come, brother, I have a few things I
need to acquire before tonight.”
***
As the sun began to set, Ronan climbed the stairs to the
tower room, which Princess Anna showed him as the room where her sister, Kate,
was kept. He had decided that he would take the watch alone so that if anything
happened to him that night, Conner would be able to keep the watch the next
night.
Anna opened
the door and in stepped Ronan, seeing upon the bed the loveliest maiden he had
ever seen. She had long auburn hair and what he expected would be a rosy
complexion if not for her illness. He could not tell the color of her eyes, but
he felt they would be something fairer than any he had seen. Her sister was
beautiful, but there was something about Kate that was more so, and he knew
that in the way of the Faeries who liked to be surrounded by beautiful things,
she would have been sought after in their courts.
“Are you
sure of what you are doing?” Anna asked him frightfully as she stood with him
in the open door. “If you are lost then your brother will likely never see you
again. I would not risk that even to see my own sister well.”
Ronan
gently took her hand in his. “I have sworn to your father and I will swear to
you. That if I do not return your sister to you in full health by the end of
three days then I shall ask her captors to drag me away for my own shame. I
vow, princess, that I will restore your sister to you.”
She smiled
with one last glance at her slumbering sister. “Do be careful then, noble
callant. I shall keep your brother company ‘till dawn, for I do not think
either of us shall sleep this night.”
She left
him, closing the door behind, and Ronan went to the bed that held the princess
and sat in a chair beside it. He sat and watched her in her sleep, and she
hardly moved, seeming too exhausted for anything but rest.
And then, at
midnight, a change came upon her. Her eyes opened and then she rose slowly as
if in a trance and gathered a cloak hooked on the end of her bed and pulled on
boots of soft doeskin then moved to the door, opening it and going out.
Ronan stood
as she had and watched her in curiosity. And then he took up the items he had
procured earlier. A shamrock, which he slipped into a handkerchief and put into
his pocket, for that would cause him to see past the Faery Glamor and find his
way home; a knife of iron, for the repelling of the Fair Folk if he was forced
to it, and lastly, his tunic and cloak he wore inside out so that he would not
lose his way, and no Faery would be able to play tricks upon him. Guarded
thusly, he slipped out the door and followed the princess as she made her way
through the castle and out the back gate that led into the dark Greenwood.
Ronan
followed several paces behind, his hand tightly on his dagger as he kept her in
sight, wondering how far she would travel.
And then
ahead, he saw a beautiful light, and heard the strains of beguiling music and
knew that he was close. He caught up to Kate at the gate to the Faery Hill and
slipped inside when the guard let her in.
Inside the
Faery Hill was a swirl of dancers, pleasing the queen in her court. Kate was
instantly whisked off by a handsome Fae prince and swung into a dance, even
though her feet nearly dragged the floor and she wept with exhaustion. Her
dress had been replaced with one the like of which Ronan had never seen before,
made of fine silks and so light, as the other ladies of the court. And her
boots had been replaced with delicate dancing shoes made from green leaves. And
her eyes, he finally realized, were the finest blue he had ever seen, and he
wondered what she would look like in joy if she was so beautiful even in
sorrow.
Then Ronan
became distracted from the whirling dancers by a small Hobgoblin jumping around
and cackling for the entertainment of the Lesser Fae of the court, swinging a
wand of Rowan.
“Sure, and
it’s true,” the Hob was saying. “This wand can undo any curse brought upon one
by the Fae. Just three strikes of it, and poof
all back to how it was!”
Ronan
watched with interest, and when the Hob turned to go back among the Fae, he
tapped the creature on the back and tried his most innocent smile to cajole
him.
“Hello,
dear Hob, I was wondering about that wand of yours. Might you be persuaded to
part with it?”
“Might be,
might not, depending on the price you’re offering,” said the sly little
creature, flipping the wand with a grin. “But nor will I tell you what it is.”
And with
that he skipped off and snatched a bowl of nuts from another Faery with a
possessive snarl, and Ronan watched with interest as the Hob sat and greedily
ate all the nuts, setting the wand aside while he did so.
However, he
had no more time to think of his plans that night, for Kate seemed to have
ended her dancing and the prince allowed her to leave, weary and even more
exhausted than before she came. Ronan swiftly followed her out and watched as
she walked back to her father’s hall in the same trance that she had left it.
As he followed her through the woods, he realized the path they were following
was scattered with hazel trees, and upon the ground were the same nuts the
Hobgoblin was greedily eating. Stooping along the track, Ronan collected the
nuts and filled his pockets to bursting with them, a plan forming in his head
for the next night.
Back in the
tower room, Kate fell upon the bed as soon as she got there, and Ronan spread a
quilt over her before he sat to watch the rest of the night, waiting for
morning so he could discuss his plans with Conner.
***
When the sun rose, Conner, Princess Anna and the king came
up to the tower room to find Ronan sitting by the bed as if he had not left all
night, cracking some of the nuts he had taken from the forest and eating them
to tide him over before he broke his fast.
“Ronan!”
Conner cried in elation to see his brother safe and sound. He ran to him as
Ronan stood and threw his arms around his neck.
“I am well,
brother,” Ronan told him as he turned to the king and princess. “And I will yet
keep my promise to you. I will restore your daughter to you by the morning of
the third day for I know what ails her and how to fix it.”
“Thank
you!” the king said, but Ronan shook his head.
“Do not
thank me yet, my lord. For I have not yet delivered your daughter to you safe
and sound. Now I must discuss things with my brother, and get some rest before
my vigil this night.” He left with Conner to their own quarters and a servant
brought a hearty breakfast for them to eat in private while Ronan told his
brother all that had transpired the night before.
“Not only
do I think this Rowan wand will heal the princess, but I believe it will do the
same for you, Conner,” Ronan said. “The Hob said that it would cure any under a
faery’s curse.”
“Do you
really think it so?” Conner asked, anxiousness in his voice. “Do you not think
it is too much of a risk? What if you are found out? You will be forced to stay
in the Faery halls forever, as a vassal to the queen.”
“If at all
I fail,” Ronan said. “You must take up my sword and free the Princess Kate. I
fear she will not last much longer; she is so exhausted.”
“Princess
Anna worries much for her,” Conner said. “As I worry shall for you when you go
to the Greenwood again.”
“I have
made it in and out one night, I will do it again with my charms and
protections,” Ronan said. “And I will bring back the Rowan wand by the next
dawn.”
“And how do
you plan on doing that?” Conner asked.
Ronan
smiled and pulled one of the small nuts from his pocket and rolled it across
the table where Conner caught it. “Hazelnuts.”
***
That night Ronan again sat by the bed next to Princess Kate
and watched her weary slumber until the strike of midnight when she rose and
made her way again to the Greenwood. He followed her more readily this time and
collected more nuts to tempt the Hobgoblin and once more slipped past the
guards into the Faery Hill to the dancing and feasting and music. Princess Kate
was taken up into the dancing again by the handsome Faery prince, and Ronan
felt a moment where he wished he were the one dancing with her instead of the
Fae Lord.
But he had
work to be done and could spare no thought of dancing. Not until it was all
over and everything was back the way it should be.
He searched
for the Hob and found him in the corner where he had been the night before,
swinging the Rowan wand around and amusing the Pixies who sat with him. Ronan
took a bowl from the sideboard and poured the nuts from his pocket into it
before going over to the Hob, hoping his guise would not fail him.
“Good Hob,”
he said in all politeness. “I have a bowl of hazelnuts for you. Your favorite.”
The Hob
greedily took the bowl from Ronan’s hands, dropping the wand from his grasp as
his attention was taken by the nuts and Ronan swiftly took up the wand and hid
it away in his cloak.
The
hazelnuts were almost gone and he feared his theft would be found out, but the
dancing was finished, and the princess was released to go back home, tired and
swaying on her feet. Ronan wished to take her arm and help her out, but knew he
could not lest he be found out.
Once
outside the hall, she walked back to the tower room, and he followed with the
Rowan wand still in his cloak.
The dawn
was rising and they had only been in the room for a few minutes when Conner,
Anna and the king came in to see if he was still there.
“My lord,”
Ronan said and drew the wand from his cloak. “I have taken this from the Fae
and I have been told that it will release anyone with a Faery curse put upon
them.”
“And shall
it release my daughter?” the king asked.
“I do not
know, but it is my hope,” Ronan replied.
“Then let
you use it on your brother first, in reward for your bravery,” the king said.
“My lord,”
Conner protested, but the king cut him off.
“No, you
must,” the king insisted.
“Very well
then,” Ronan said and went to his brother, sliding the hood back from his head
to the gasp of the king and Princess Anna who saw his disfigurement for the
first time. Then Ronan touched him three times with the wand and like mist
lifting from off the lough, the goat’s head disappeared and left behind
Conner’s handsome face once more.
“Conner!”
Ronan cried with a laugh and took his brother’s face between his hands in
excitement before Conner pulled him forward into an embrace.
“It
worked!” he cried, gripping Ronan by the shoulders. “Such bravery brought you
back with the wand to cure me, brother. Now see if it will do the same for
Princess Kate.”
Ronan
stepped to the bedside and touched the shoulder of the sleeping princess three
times with the wand, but nothing happened. They all waited with bated breath,
but after a minute, still nothing happened, and Ronan stepped back in dismay.
“Perhaps it
can only be used once,” Conner said with horror, turning to Princess Anna and
taking her hand in his. “If that is so, then I am sorry.”
“No,” Ronan
shook his head. “The Hob said nothing of the sort. I think what binds her is
something more than just a simple curse. In any case, I still have one day
before my vow runs dry, and I mean to see it to the end. I will restore the
princess before this time tomorrow.”
All that
day he thought of what might have gone wrong, or what he might have done
different, but he still had no more idea of what to do for the princess when
night fell than he had when he had found the Rowan wand had no affect.
“Do be
careful, brother,” Conner told him quietly before he went back to the tower
room for his vigil.
“I will do
what I must,” Ronan replied before he descended the stairs and took his seat
once again beside the princess.
As he sat
there, he reached out and touched her pale hand, wrapping his fingers around
it.
“I promise
to break your curse, my lady,” he said quietly, running his thumb over the
smooth skin. “I will not let you suffer another night after this one.”
At midnight
as on the previous two nights, she rose in her trance and went to the
Greenwood. Ronan gathered again the hazelnuts, more this time than he had
before, and hoped that if nothing else he could bribe the Hob into telling him
what might cure the princess.
As Princess
Kate was forced to dance that night, Ronan looked over to the corner the
Hobgoblin frequented and saw him there again, talking to the lesser Fae and
this time, instead of the wand of Rowan, he was holding up a small, dead bird,
by its feet.
“Sure, this
is a Faery bird,” he was saying. “And if someone that had been captured by the
Fae were to eat it, sure, he would then be free!”
Ronan knew
that the bird was his key to breaking the spell set upon Princess Kate. Again,
he took up the nuts he had collected and put them in a bowl to bring to the
Hob. But this time, the Hob only set to with one hand, not letting go of the
bird.
“Last e’en
someone stole my wand,” he muttered to himself. “Not letting go of the birdie
now.”
Annoyed,
Ronan suddenly had a new idea. He had had a bit of forethought to take the wand
with him, and he now took it from his cloak, and walked up to the Hob.
“Good Hob,”
he said in as polite a tone as he could. “I have here your wand of Rowan. If
you wish to have it back, I will trade it for that Fae bird you hold.”
“Not so,
not nearly a fair trade,” the Hob said, shaking his head. “The birdie has more
power than the wand. It is more valuable.”
“Then
perhaps this knife is more to your liking,” Ronan said, taking the knife of
iron from his pocket and brandishing it at the Hob. The Faery startled back,
dropping the bird as he did so, and Ronan snatched it and left the wand in its
place as he backed away.
It was then
that Princess Kate’s time in the Faery Hill came to an end, and just as she was
leaving, the Hob put up a terrible row and called Ronan out as a thief. Ronan
made his retreat from the Hall, brandishing his knife of iron in front of him,
the Faery bird tucked safely away in his cloak. Kate looked about in confusion
and Ronan, without thinking, grabbed her arm and took her with him, turning
around so he could run more quickly through the woods, heedless of the Fae that
pursued him, shouting out that there was a thief, and that their princess was
away with him.
Kate sagged
against him as he ran and he swiftly took her into his arms, unable to stop for
even a minute for fear of the Fae catching him. He ran with her all the way
back to the castle, and finally as they gained the edge of the Greenwood, the
Faeries melted back into the shade, cursing and spitting at them. Ronan
retreated through the gates of the hall and climbed to the tower room, laying
Princess Kate out on her bed just as the sun was beginning to rise. Then he
took the Faery bird from his cloak and knelt by the fire to cook it.
When
Conner, Princess Anna and the king came to the room that morning, they found
Ronan sitting happily by the fire, roasting a small bird on a spit.
“Ronan,
what do ye do, brother?” Conner asked, confused.
The king
nearly looked angry. “Why, my daughter is still in her weakened state, and you
sit here making breakfast?” he cried, befuddled.
“My lord,
this is no ordinary bird, and it holds the cure for your daughter. I have not
forgotten my promise so readily,” Ronan told him and took the bird from the
spit. He urged Princess Anna to prop up her sister and he sat on the side of
her bed, holding the cooked bird in front of her. Kate’s eyes fluttered open
and she inhaled the delicious aroma.
“I am so
hungry, might I have some of that bird?” she asked weakly, barely able to keep
her eyes open.
Ronan took
up his knife and cut some from the bird to feed to her. After chewing, she saw
up straighter. “Might I have a little more?” Likewise after this bite, she was
able to sit up by herself and keep her eyes open. “May I have another?” And
Ronan gave her a third bite of the bird and by then she had gained back her lucidity
and color and seemed to be back to her old self again.
“Kate, are
you well?” Anna asked with concern, holding her sister by the shoulders and
looking her over.
“I do
believe I am, dear Anna,” Kate replied and the two sisters embraced with many
tears shed.
Ronan stood
up to watch the happy scene as he felt Conner’s arm around his shoulders.
“You did as
you vowed, brother,” he said with a grin. “You saved both the princess and me,
and in the meantime introduced us to some very lovely ladies.” He stepped away
from his brother as Anna threw her arms around Ronan in thanks, and then turned
to Conner to take his hand happily in hers.
Ronan found
his own clasped between those of the king. “I thank you Ronan of the noble
heart. You have returned my daughter to me. What might I do to repay you?”
“You need
not do anything if Princess Kate does not wish it done,” Ronan said and turned
to the princess, sitting on the bed and watching the young red-headed prince
and her father. She stood and took Ronan’s hands in hers, a smile spreading
over her lips.
“Only true
love can break the bond of a Faery curse,” she said. “If that is indeed how it
goes, then I am happy to have this noble-hearted prince.”
And so it
was that the king gave Kate to Ronan as his wife, and also Anna to Conner for
the two had grown close in the days they had spent together, and they lived
happy lives in old Erin until the end of their days. And the bards now had a
new tale to tell of Ronan of the noble heart and how he had rescued a princess
from the Faery court. And it is a story still told until this day.
Copyright© 2014 by Hazel B. West
Sure and you caught the fairness of old Erin. This was a good retelling, and it worked quite well switching the genders. And I liked the bit of humor: "Certainly it couldn’t have been the pudding."
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Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it =)
DeleteThis may be my new favorite retelling of this story! :)
ReplyDeleteYay :) Glad you liked it!
ReplyDeleteI forgot how very mercenary Kate is in the original. She wants silver, gold, and finally the handsome prince in exchange. Fairy tales and folklore certainly teaches a person to drive hard bargains and not do anything without a price. I liked how you made your version, really, quite romantic and no deals where whoever saved the princess would marry her.
DeleteI think that's why I love writing retelling so much. Because you get the chance to almost make them more of a story other people will enjoy and be able to relate to more. And I didn't want to go the rout of "you save the princess you get to marry her" :P That was always silly. Besides Ronan wouldn't have done that anyway. That's just not how he rolls ;)
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