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The sunrise was the colour of bad blood.
made peace with nothing gained on either side but corpses.
My son is dead.’ ‘You have my sorrow.’ ‘You do not sound sorrowful.’ ‘He was not my son.’
It’s always the poor who are crushed under rich men’s ambitions.
‘It’s Styria. It’s spring. Of course there’s a war.
‘For pity’s sake, let’s kill like honest men.’
most practised grave-robbers and fastest runners,
Though you are paid to fight, I told him, you are far keener on the pay than the fighting!’
Have a smile for breakfast, you’ll be shitting joy by lunch.
No one fought harder or moved faster than the Thousand Swords when they could smell booty.
