She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning, her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind. I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking and destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win. She asked me name my foe then. I said the need within some men to fight and kill their brother without thought of men or god. And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies, so eager was my passion to devour this waste of live.
					But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals, so easy to begin and yet impossible to end. For she the mother fo all men had counciled me se wisly that I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay.