They are still unblooded, Catelyn thought as she watched Lord Bryce goad Ser Robar into juggling a brace of daggers. It is all a game to them still, a tourney writ large, and all they see is the chance for glory and honor and spoils. They are boys drunk on song and story, and like all boys, they think themselves immortal.
“War will make them old,” Catelyn said, “as it did us. I pity them.”
“Why?” Lord Rowan asked her. “Look at them. They’re young and strong, full of life and laughter. Why pity?”
“Because it will not last,” Catelyn answered, sadly. “Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.”
...leading a caffeinated life...
"It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to." - Bilbo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien
