There once was a knight of holy nobility and character, whose family slain, brothers killed, and fathers buried, was told to stop speaking. So he unsheathed his sword and roamed through the lands, seeking solace and victory to honor his wife, his children, his fathers, his family.
Then, upon becoming so great a knight, known throughout the land, resurrecting the memory of his name, the great house of his family, was told to stop fighting, to stop defending.
He kneeled before the altar of the Holy One of God, and God spaketh, Thy sword or thy tongue, choose which weapon thou shalt take.
And in reply, speaking with a thundering of the earth beneath, the knight spaketh back beholding upward, I will thrust into the hearts of men, this piece of iron or thy words O Lord.