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When is a legend a legend? Why is a myth a myth? How old and disused must a fact be for it to be relegated to the category ‘Fairy-tale’? And why do certain facts remain incontrovertible while others lose their validity to assume a shabby, unstable character?
Drummer, beat, and piper, blow, Harper, strike, and soldier, go. Free the flame and sear the grasses Till the dawning Red Star passes.
Never again would Lessa lack an advocate, a defender, an intimate, aware instantly of the temper of her mind and heart, of her desires.
Honor those the dragons heed, In thought and favor, word and deed. Worlds are lost or worlds are saved From those dangers dragon-braved.
Living was struggling to do something impossible – to succeed, or die, knowing you had tried!
Dragonmen must fly When Threads are in the sky! World are lost or worlds are saved By those dangers dragon-braved.
Who wills, Can. Who tries, Does. Who loves, Lives.
The blackest night must end in dawn, The sun dispel the dreamer’s fear: When shall my soul’s bleak, hopeless pain Find solace in its darkening Weyr?
‘I was at Ruatha twice. Let’s go on quickly. I’m too many in this morning. I must get back.
A fleck of red in a cold night sky, A drop of blood to guide them by, Turn away, Turn away, Turn, be gone, A Red Star beckons the travelers on.
