Drop a twenty dollar bill, and the first five people behind you will run to catch you up to return it. The lost and found is full of items, some of significant value, waiting for their owners to claim them.
If you are a woman wanting to dance, and there is a man present, you have a partner. If you need help pounding stakes, lifting gear, fetching ice, someone helps.
On the field of battle, foes are honorable, valued, even loved. I saw opponents laughing as they fought, shared joy overflowing. Tonight a man of honor sits in vigil on the battlefield, having been washed and prayed, and listens to knights tell him what is expected of him as he joins their ranks, the most revered in the Society.
I am privileged to know him. I wish him well.
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