good evenin' madam, how's the household goin?nnthe boys are lookin' strong, they just keep on growin, huh?nnwell anyway, i'm afraid there's sad newsnnno, sorry to say, it's more than a bad bruisenni've come here tonight on behalf of the lordnnto give to your eldest son his father's swordnnyour husband won't be needing it, our war was a disasternnhe fell courageously in the service of his masternnnnhe was leading our brigade, unafraidnnalways first to give you aid in any raid never delayednnhe just could not evade, every single bladennbut he kept on swingin' after every hitnnnever allowed himself to quitnni was fightin' by his side, when he died wide-eyednni did all i could to hide my tears from him when i criednnbut he ordered me to stay true to the job i had to donni drew his sword and proclaimed that his honor will never be shamednnnnso to you i bownnand as for you, lad, this is your sword nownni know your father taught you wellnnhe always bragged about how quickly you'd excelnnand i don't doubt it, i bet he really felt blessednnto have a son like you, so you should always do your bestnni've done what i came for, so now i'll take my leavennand let you all alone, so that you may also grieve