Egads, hath they none honour!? 'Tis but a middling effort to sit there, with only thine pike and thine bolt facing the enemy, with no danger to thine own self. Whom do you serve, knaves!? Surely, no one worth serving, as thou dost not give thine heart, fully and truly, to thine lord and master; rather, thou dost sitteth back, lazily in the summer sun, and simply set thy camp at one point of the battle's field.
Truly, it doth sicken me: I am ashamed of this warfare, and will tarry with it no longer.
Thou mayest have mine family's greatest artefacts of war.