p. 422 - A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin
- Then I am yours, my lady. Your liege man, or ... whatever you would have me be. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.
- And I vow that you shall always have a place by by hearth and meat and mead at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you into dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.
I read this passage while waiting for the bus to take me home today and I started crying. There I was standing at the bus stop while tears dripped down my face.
I'd love to be able to pledge to someone that I could trust to "ask no service of me that might bring me into dishonor". But I can't conceive of somone that I could do this for.
In truth, I prefer not to lead but I find that I do so at times anyway because I seem to be the best person for the job. As my career shows, I tend to be support staff and an advisor rather than the direct frontline. I don't want to deal with the annoyance that being the buckstop involves.
Final aside here. I do find it strange that I would cry at such a passage. Shows more of a longing for not-now time than I thought I had.