Every other man that crept towards them through the grass was an enemy, and her only hope was that her man might kill him, while she watched and waited.

And later came the tribe; and instead of the one man creeping through the grass, the everlasting warfare was against all other tribes.

So you loved only the men ever ready and willing to fight, lest you and your children should be carried into slavery: then it was the only way.

You brought up your boys to be fighters.

You told them stories of their gallant sires.