A nobleman to his son: "He who dies in war, they say, is summoned by the sun: he calls out to him. The valiant warrior lives near the sun, he goes giving glad cries and causing the sun to rejoice. Always forever, he lives in pleasure, he rejoices, ever glad, without pain; he sucks the flowers, the savory and fragrant ones. For he lives in the house of the sun, which is a place of wealth, a place of joy." "And those who die in war are well honored; they are considered very precious on earth, and are much desired. Also they are envied, so that all people desire, seek, long for this death, for such are much praised."