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First published November 2, 2021
“Duty is honor,” my stern father often used to tell me. “And honor is all.” But I would amend his saying. I have learned that our first duty is to truth, because without truth, honor itself is hollow.
“The chief lesson fate can teach us, I think, is to trust no certainties.”
“If you are a friend to all,” he would say, “then you are no better a friend to those closest to you than to those you barely know.” But Hakatri would only shake his head at these complaints. “And if I decided whom to help simply by their closeness in blood or friendship, I would not be a lord-errant at all but a paymaster, tallying up the figures before deciding how much assistance to give to others.”
“It is nothing so simple. When you declare yourself to the powers that watch over our world—over all worlds—you cannot simply turn around again and say, ‘I did not mean it. Forget my words.’ Fate, or whatever name you choose to give those powers, has already heard you. Like a great millstone driven by a rushing river, the engines that force our actions have begun to grind and they cannot so easily be stopped again.”
“If tonight’s spirit is mournful, so be it. But even sad old songs can remind us that bad times pass and are remembered in later, better days.”
“He was good to me, and even if I were to live as long as one of the highest Zida’ya, I still could never forget the glad sight of Hakatri and his brother Ineluki as they rode side by side in days that are now gone—swift as a storm, so fair and full of laughter, the Brothers of the Wind. I wish my onetime master only happiness and an end to his suffering, that he might someday find his way back home—as, in my own way, I have done.”