"A poor maimed creature in his outward seeming, and yet so blithely did he bear his lot, it seemed a kingly spirit dwelt among us, and earth is poorer for his going." All in his motley, since he'd willed it so, they laid him on his bier to bear him back again unto his father's house.

And when they found the Sword of Conquest hidden underneath his mantle, they marvelled he had carried such a treasure with him through the years, all unbeknown even to those who walked the closest at his side.
When, after many days, the funeral train drew through the castle gate, the king came down to meet it.

There was no need of blazoned scroll to tell Aldebaran's story.

All written in his face it was, and on his scarred and twisted frame; and by the bloodstone on his finger the old king knew his son had failed not in the keeping of his oath.

More regal than the royal ermine seemed his motley now.