Yes--be a Knight and have 'Live pure, Speak true, Right wrong' on your shield.
Be a Round Table Knight and ride through the world bravely.

Your dear Father was a great swordsman.

You may have the sword down and kiss it, the first thing every morning--and you must salute it every night as you go up to bed.

You shall wear a sword some day." (Could the poor lady but have foreseen!) She also gave him over-copiously and over-early of her simple, fervent, vague Theology, and much Old and New Testament History, with the highest and noblest intentions--and succeeded in implanting a deep distrust and dislike of "God" in his acutely intelligent mind.
To a prattling baby, _Mother_ should be God enough--God and all the angels and paradise in one ...

(but he had never known a mother and Nurse Beaton had ever been more faithfully conscientious in deed than tenderly loving in manner).
She filled his soul with questionings and his mouth with questions which she could not answer, and which he answered for himself.