[He picks out a belt quiver and fastens it on before he answers.]

Oh I intend to.

[He says, without hesitation.

For all his arguing he is not trying to deter her; his flaw is that he can only express his worries through hard criticism.]

I am trying to impress upon you how much toil is ahead. We have no foundation and face every disadvantage. To our peril, we are at their mercy and must contend with their concurrent fancies.

[He places his free hand on his hip and looks Maketh straight in the eye.]

I know well such laborious wars can be won. At great cost. Are you prepared?