Aut cum scuto aut in scuto
I know, it bites.
It was during one of those expeditions to Ireland on the longboat that I "met" the current Mrs. CW, who was a youthful freckled Celtic milkmaid at the time. No one warned her we were coming ashore, and the rest is - ahem - history.Nowadays, I've retired my sword, battle-ax and helm, and she's made me respectable. It's the story of life from time immemorial, isn't it?
Why didn't you hand her the helm? Then ya could have kept your sword and battle ax...
They are only over if you let them be. We need more berserkers.