Very well.
Now thou art a Blade of the Darkmoon.
Hunteth the enemies of the Lords, by the power of the Dark Sun.

O Disciple of the Dark Sun. Thou hast journeyed far;

Hear my voice.
If thou shalt swear by the Covenant, to become, A shadow of Father Gwyn and Sister Gwynevere, a blade that shall hunt the foes of our Lords;

Then I shall protect thee, safeguarding thy person with the power of the Darkmoon.

Halt!

This is the tomb of the Great Lord Gwyn. Tarnished, it shall not be, by the feet of men.

If thou art a true disciple of the Dark Sun, cast aside thine ire, hear the voice of mineself, Gwyndolin, and kneel before me.