"Aye, friends, and welcome. Sit ye down and rest thou thy feet; the time moves fast upon us. Though 'ere I lie, like a red speckled 'en, me' leg bent for' an' me' mouths a pair; yet yonder there, the battle doth rage, with all it's stink and all it's moans; yet for all this, I do ne' fret. No fear shalt clasp my 'art, like the spook in the night. No. I shall stand, and I shall die, an' then, if She be willing, then shall I return to this self same world which bears me each time, and stand I shall, an' die if needs."

"What sayest thou? If I hear aright, I swear thou didst' ask of me why I do not flee. Why, fine friend, what is life if not to serve Her? Without Her grace we are as worms that last but a second and then end. But if we learn, if we follow Her ways and heed Her words, then are we like to find a stronger skin in't next life, and after stronger still. Thus we shall last, beyond our bonds, and put Time 'is self t' test!

"Well, lass, I must go. T' fight draws near, and I will ne' be ta'en. Fare thee well, my pet, may She guide you. Now come, vile pigs, and feel my steel. This staff will do, t' bear my weight. While my arm can rise the enemy shalt fall."