So early in the morning, must hustle into that armour for early muster,  no time...  no time...  must not be late...

Must rush off to battle the foe awaits, no time....

But gentle Lords and Ladies, that do fight so well, pause a moment before that armour is besmudged with the dust, the sweat, the blood and the tears, and let us record that glimmer for posterity,  for your visage is much more appealing marching into the fray, then dragging homeward after a hard days kill.