Stories > Mirabella's Stories > Stirrup Cup
was not the only Rider to watch her eagerly when she offered them the
stirrup-cup. Bright with amber and silk, she would make a proud
ornament for her husband’s hall, and her dower horses would number in
the hundreds. It would be a great honor to join with a daughter of
Eorl, and her soft woman’s flesh would bear her new husband’s weight
and then bear him fine sons. She held much that these Riders desired.
At first, she was pleased by their longing; yet later, she thought it
an empty thing, like a stirrup-cup that had been overturned.