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But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

He will be a good ruler, I thought. Fair-minded and warm. He will not be consumed like his father was.

He had never been hungry for glory, only for life.

"My wife, though," he said. "She is constant. Constant in all things. Even wise men go astray sometimes, but never her. She is a fixed star, a true-made bow." A silence, in which I felt him moving, deep among his memories. "Nothing she says has a single meaning, nor a single intention, yet she is steady. She knows herself."

“They were unmarried when they left. They had no children. They had no years of lean harvest, when they must scrape the bottom of their stores, and no good years either, that they might learn to save. They have not seen their parents grow old and begin to fail. They have not seen them die. I fear I have robbed them not only of their youth but their age as well."

It was a litle like spell-work, I thought, for your hands must be busy, and your mind sharp and free.

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.