Granted, more like a treacly RA's my-door-is-always-open-policy rather than sworn blood oath...
Tell that to Chaplain. His face never really healed after you glassed him with that Stoli bottle for dissing the Sermons. Looks like somebody stapled bratwurst to a post.
Ah, Nord essentialism. Quaint, but I excepted more and better from you, sister-under-sky. A Nord has but three duties: fealty to king, votives to Shor, and to drink and be merry in the Mjund before Sovngarde Come, to be pursued, as you say, on practical course - that is, but whatever means suit. Be it Bearded Axe, Wyrdfire, or, yes, even by Secret Knife, all are but fair-rutted careers to the same goal. To insist that a good Nord only follow one is fool bravado, un-clever at best, like the crew at viking insisting on guiding their longboat by a dogstar that has retired past the worldsedge for the season.
/end scene