Coming from where we do, its a rough adjustmentliving here. He put a hesitant hand on her shoulder, his calluses scratching against the fabric of her dress. Its true what they say about life in the dark ages, you know: nasty, brutish, and short. You and I once took it for granted we would die as old people in our beds, but we have no such assurance now. Ill help you how I can, Isabella; but I cant guarantee that either of us will live even to see tomorrow. Life is worth fighting for, young lady. But dont feel it is something youre owed.