A warrior grows complacent in his pleasures. Forgetting fast, his fight, when he goes unchallenged. Is he not enough of a man to challenge for honor? Is he too much of a man, for other men to brave the challenge? Whether either is true, neither is right. The warrior knows this, but in silence, he grows continuously more subdued. To be, a warrior must know song; a warrior must know battle. It is not enough to enjoy music, or fighting, a warrior must join in with the chorus, and join in the fight!
But love can soften and break a warrior. It’s so easy to give in to those pleasures. A warrior can love, without giving up what he is, but it is a hard fight, and only the strongest remain so, under the arms of a beautiful woman.
A warrior must fight! A warrior must sing! A warrior must love, but with ferocity! A warrior must never forget from wince he came, or to where his sword is pledged, even in the sovereign of his own abode.