He had a Man’s Soul in him;
To which anarchy, mutiny and the other fruits of temporary Mercenaries were intolerable:
He had never been a Baron otherwise…
He felt it precious,
And at last it became
Habitual and his fruitful enlarged existence
Included it as a necessity,
To have those around him who in heart loved him;
Whose lives he watched over with rigor yet with love;
Who were prepared to give their lives for him,
If need came.
The task will be hard; but no noble task was ever easy.
The task will wear away your lives, and the lives
Of your sons and grandsons;
But for what purpose, if not for tasks like this,
Were lives given to men?
Thomas Carlyle, 1843...