The Summer Tree (The Fionavar Tapestry, #1)

by Guy Gavriel Kay

“There is a saying,” she whispered, “a very old one: No man shall be Lord of the Summer Tree who has not twice been born.”

“Why is it so much easier for you to strike a defenseless man than to wipe the blood from his face?”

Silvercloak smiled then. “Oh, my friend,” he said, “we will have our battle, never fear. We must let the young ones carry it, but before the end, you and I may have to fight the greatest battle of them all.”

One took comfort where one could, at times like this.

“You will have nothing of me that you do not take.”

she simply could not be serious and sensitive all the time.