-Shall I always be chosen? - she said bitterly. - Shall I always be left behind when the Riders depart, to mind the house while they win renown, and find food and beds when they return? […] All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.”
- What do you fear, lady? he asked.
-A cage. - she said - To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.