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“It was time. Not just to find whoever was trying to manipulate him for their own ends. To step up and directly oppose Fellis. To fight, until Archax and all who opposed him lay dead at his feet.
Magnus clenched his fists harder, feeling his knuckles crack as he stepped forward.
"Game on.”
― The Empire of Ashes
Magnus clenched his fists harder, feeling his knuckles crack as he stepped forward.
"Game on.”
― The Empire of Ashes
“Amari had been right: the king treated his mage differently than everyone else, giving him far more rope with which to play. Eventually, she hoped the mage might just manage to hang himself with it.”
― Kingfall
― Kingfall
“Still feel sick?” Cullyn said.
“I don’t. I didn’t think blood would smell like that.”
“Well, it does, and it runs like that, too. Why do you think I didn’t want you riding with us?”
“Did you know someone would get killed?”
“I was hoping I could stop it, but I was ready for it. I always am, because I have to be. I truly did think those lads would break sooner than they did, you see, but there was one young wolf in the pack of rabbits. Poor bastard. That’s what he gets for his honor.”
“Da? Are you sorry for him?”
“I am. I’ll tell you something, my sweet, that no other man in Deverry would admit: I’m sorry for every man I ever killed, somewhere deep in my heart. But it was his Wyrd, and there’s nothing a man can do about his own Wyrd, much less someone else’s. Someday my own Wyrd will take me, and I’ve no doubt it’ll be the same one I’ve brought to many a man. It’s like a bargain with the gods. Every warrior makes it. Do you understand?”
“Sort of. Your life for theirs, you mean?”
“Just that. There’s nothing else a man can do.”
Jill began to feel better. Thinking of it as Wyrd made it seem clean again.
“It’s the only honor left to me, my bargain with my Wyrd,” Cullyn went on. “I told you once, never dishonor yourself. If ever you’re tempted to do the slightest bit of a dishonorable thing, you remember your father, and what one dishonor brought him—the long road and shame in the eyes of every honest man.”
“But wasn’t it your Wyrd to have the dagger?”
“It wasn’t.” Cullyn allowed himself a brief smile. “A man can’t make his Wyrd better, but it’s in his hands to make it worse.”
―
“I don’t. I didn’t think blood would smell like that.”
“Well, it does, and it runs like that, too. Why do you think I didn’t want you riding with us?”
“Did you know someone would get killed?”
“I was hoping I could stop it, but I was ready for it. I always am, because I have to be. I truly did think those lads would break sooner than they did, you see, but there was one young wolf in the pack of rabbits. Poor bastard. That’s what he gets for his honor.”
“Da? Are you sorry for him?”
“I am. I’ll tell you something, my sweet, that no other man in Deverry would admit: I’m sorry for every man I ever killed, somewhere deep in my heart. But it was his Wyrd, and there’s nothing a man can do about his own Wyrd, much less someone else’s. Someday my own Wyrd will take me, and I’ve no doubt it’ll be the same one I’ve brought to many a man. It’s like a bargain with the gods. Every warrior makes it. Do you understand?”
“Sort of. Your life for theirs, you mean?”
“Just that. There’s nothing else a man can do.”
Jill began to feel better. Thinking of it as Wyrd made it seem clean again.
“It’s the only honor left to me, my bargain with my Wyrd,” Cullyn went on. “I told you once, never dishonor yourself. If ever you’re tempted to do the slightest bit of a dishonorable thing, you remember your father, and what one dishonor brought him—the long road and shame in the eyes of every honest man.”
“But wasn’t it your Wyrd to have the dagger?”
“It wasn’t.” Cullyn allowed himself a brief smile. “A man can’t make his Wyrd better, but it’s in his hands to make it worse.”
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“It was time. Not just to find whoever was trying to manipulate him for their own ends. To step up and directly oppose Fellis. To fight, until Archax and all who opposed him lay dead at his feet.
Magnus clenched his fists harder, feeling his knuckles crack as he stepped forward.
"Game on.”
― The Empire of Ashes
Magnus clenched his fists harder, feeling his knuckles crack as he stepped forward.
"Game on.”
― The Empire of Ashes
“But say Archax’s empire mounts a large-scale assault on Av’rian while Ravyn, Delwin, Adoria, and I are gone—what then will you do? Will the rebellion stand against such a red storm?”
“We will stand,” intoned Theodoric gravely, “and face it with all the bravery and courage we can muster. If we fall, we fall. But if you succeed—” and now he looked at Magnus again “—there is hope. Hope that perhaps, darkness can be overthrown, and good and peace restored once more in Tarthia. I can think of no greater cause than that.”
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“We will stand,” intoned Theodoric gravely, “and face it with all the bravery and courage we can muster. If we fall, we fall. But if you succeed—” and now he looked at Magnus again “—there is hope. Hope that perhaps, darkness can be overthrown, and good and peace restored once more in Tarthia. I can think of no greater cause than that.”
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