...well, If Women's Work Was Never Done,

There Is An Oath Upon Her," He Said To Arch, And I Realized Dimly That He Was Still Speaking In Gaelic, Though I Understood Him Clearly. "she May Not Kill, Save It Is For Mercy Or Her Life. It Is Myself Who Kills For Her.

She Sounded As Though Love Were An Unfortunate But Unavoidable Condition.

If I Find I Need Guidance, I’ll Ask.

I Have Lived Through War, And Lost Much. I Know What's Worth The Fight, And What Is Not. Honor And Courage Are Matters Of The Bone, And What A Man Will Kill For, He Will Sometimes Die For, Too. And That, O Kinsman, Is Why A Woman Has Broad Hips; That Bony Basin Will Harbor A Man And His Child Alike. A Man's Life Springs From His Woman's Bones, And In Her Blood Is His Honor Christened. For The Sake Of Love Alone, I Would Walk Through Fire Again.

I Didn't Want To Tell The Story Of What Makes Two People Come Together, Although That's A Theme Of Great Power And Universality. I Wanted To Find Out What It Takes For Two People To Stay Together For Fifty Years -- Or More. I Wanted To Tell Not The Story Of Courtship, But The Story Of Marriage.