Pulling his dagger from the his foe, the Ranger whirled, looking for the next hostile target, but found none... All he saw around himself were ragged, exhausted, and wounded men. They were beaten, drained, and filthy... but they were alive! They'd survived! And what's more, they'd risen victorious despite impossible odds.<br/><br/>He howled with adrenaline charged, beastial viggor, and his men echoed the cry.<br/><br/>"For our families, our homes, and our kingdom... we fought tonight  as brothers!!" he screamed, and they all fell silent to listen, "We few.... we happy few... we BAND of BROTHERS!!! For he today who sheds his blood with me SHALL be my brother. From this day forth, and every year hence, this night shall be called the Feast of Highland Pass!! For he that outlives this night and comes safely home, will forever boast to his friends that he stood here upon this night. And then shall our names be swiftly remembered, common on the tongues of our childrens' children as household words. And gentlemen abroad, safely in their beds this night, who did not stand, will count themselves accursed.... and hold their manhoods cheap that they were not here... TO FIGHT WITH US... upon the night that Highland Pass proved its worth. Go now, my brothers, and see to your families and neighbors. Rest well, eat much... and be happy."<br/><br/>The men gave a mighty roar. There were tears, and embraces, jokes and laughter, as the men filed back through the town, to begin gathering the slumbering victims still spread through the streets.<br/><br/>The Ranger sighed, exhausted, and turned to see the boy arriving. When he spoke, the ranger managed a weary smile. "Its over, kid... we did it. Thanks to you. You saved our bacon. None of us will ever be able to repay you."