When one take a captive in battle, one says to him, "You are as my own beloved son." And he kneels and replies, "You are as my own beloved father." You then care for him until the time comes for him to give his service, and you feel pride when he does so courageously. And you weep because he no longer lives on the earth, and only your lover and your closest friends are such treasures to you as your honorable enemies...

No parent feels joy in seeing her young son or daughter go to the altar. But we understand the necessity; even the children understand the necessity. For all of us to go on as we have, the Teteo must have Power. For this to be so, a few must give their service. Later, there will be death in abundance in this land, an excess of Power, it will lie in the streets underfoot, it will run wasted in the gutters...