When the enemy attacked, when the fighting was close and urgent and the blood was flowing bright and red, in the glorious moments nearest my death, my heart would thunder, and my breeches would grow tight... because the sword inside them was hard and full
Kada je neprijatelj napao, kada su borbe bile bliske i opasne pa je krv tekla svijetla i crvena, u najslavnijim trenucima mojima skore smrti, moje srce bi grmjelo, i moje hlače bi postale uske... zato što mač u njima je bio tvrd i pun