A knight is a sword with a horse. The rest, the vows and the sacred oils and the lady’s favors, they are silk ribbons tied around the sword. Maybe the sword is prettier with ribbons hanging off it, but it will kill you just as dead.

Well, bugger your ribbons and shove your swords up your arses. I am the same as you. The only difference is, I don’t lie about what I am. So kill me, but don’t call me murderer while you stand there telling each other that your shit don’t stink.