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“Damn windbags,” grunted Mitterick. Lending considerable support to the maxim that men always hate in others what is most hateful in themselves.
“We are very happy,” said Finree. Good for you. I want to kill myself.
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“No armour.” Yon was helping Brack into his mail, shaking his head as he frowned over at Whirrun. “What kind of a bloody hero don’t wear bloody armour?” “Armour…” mused Whirrun, licking a finger and scrubbing some speck of dirt from the pommel of his sword, “is part of a state of mind… in which you admit the possibility… of being hit.” “What the fuck?”
There aren’t many men who think clearest when the stakes are highest. So people are even stupider in a war than the rest of the time. Thinking about how they’ll dodge the blame, or grab the glory, or save their skins, rather than about what will actually work. There’s no job that forgives stupidity more than soldiering. No job that encourages it more.”
Anyway, it seems to me a man can do an awful lot of evil in no time at all. Swing of a blade is all it takes. Doing good needs time. And all manner of complicated efforts. Most men don’t have the patience for it. ’Specially not these days.”
Sad fact was it was more’n likely true. That’s how it had always been, when they lost one man or another. Hard to imagine it’d be the same with yourself. That you’d be forgotten the way a pond forgets a stone tossed in. A few ripples and you’re gone. It’s in the nature of men to forget.
“Must everything have some sinister motive? I have eaten here because I was hungry.” Bayaz tipped his head to one side as he looked down at Calder. Like the bird looks at the worm. “Graves mean nothing to me either way.” “Knives,” muttered Calder, “and threats, and bribes, and war?” Bayaz’ eyes shone with the lamplight. “Yes?” “What kind of a fucking wizard are you?” “The kind you obey.”
“Ah, shit,” he muttered, and he grabbed his sword-belt and his coat, threw ’em over his shoulder and strode out, slapping the door shut. Didn’t even bother to lock it behind him. “Hardbread! Wait up!”
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