War to the death threatens her, and shall I hang back while my arm has strength to smite and my brain has power to plan?
Not so.

Now and henceforth I vow myself to the service of my country and to war against the Teules.

I will make no peace with them, I will take no rest till they are driven back whence they came, or till I am dead beneath their swords.

None can say what the gods have in store for us, it may be victory or it may be destruction, but be it triumph or death, let us swear a great oath together, my people and my brethren.

Let us swear to fight the Teules and the traitors who abet them, for our cities, our hearths and our altars; till the cities are a smoking ruin, till the hearths are cumbered with their dead, and the altars run red with the blood of their worshippers.