I prayed to Woden for forgiveness, but I think he felt no ill will for me. We are but men. He has done worse.

Life would not be the same ever again. I would laugh again like a happy man would, seemingly with few worries in the world, yes, for memories fade, even of a deed like the one I had committed. However, the knowledge was there, sad and lingering, and I knew I had lost something.

Being famous without honor is a thing of no worth.

Keep to your precious honor. Rather die than sully it. There is only honor in a man's life and the rest is meaningless gibberish.