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And if a man breaks an oath he has no honor. We might have much in this life. We might be born to wealth, to land, to success, and I had been given all those things, but when we die we go to the afterlife with nothing except reputation, and a man without honor has no reputation. I would keep my oath.
Wars are not only won on the battlefield, but in the practice yard of fortresses.
My father had once told me to make few oaths. “Oaths will bind you, boy,” he had said, “and you’re a fool. You were born a fool. You jump before you think. So think before you swear an oath.”
My father had always said that if you hope the enemy will march east, then plan for them marching west.
Everything ends. Summer ends. Happiness ends. Days of joy are followed by days of sorrow. Even the gods will meet their end in the last battle of Ragnarok when all the evil of the world brings chaos and the sun will turn dark, the black waters will drown the homes of men, and the great beamed hall of Valhalla will burn to ashes. Everything ends.
A man who leads others to death’s doorway must lead, not follow.
