No need to shake your head, for that's not your way; you are no hound to bite the hand that feeds you, like these street-bred dogs.

Would that I could keep you nearer to me, where hour by hour you might help me with your counsel and your quiet strength.
But it may not be--as yet.

I raise you as high as I dare, but it must be done step by step, for even now some grow jealous.

Take heed to what you eat, Olaf.

See that your guards are Northmen, and beneath your doublet wear mail, especially at night.