The old warrior hears the bugles calling the assembly but they no longer ring the same. The passion to go forth and battle is not the same. Much time has passed since he last put on his armor.
Where is the armor? Where is his page? Oh yes, the page was let go when the warrior stepped down from the battles. He knows he left his armor somewhere. There it is. It's rusty. The sword is not sharp. He will have to fix these himself.
He makes his way to the field of honor. How many great battles he fought over the years with the horned one. But now it is just an echo.