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“I wish that I’d had one of those for Storm.” Corban felt a lump in his throat at the memory of her. He blinked away tears, saw Varan regarding him with serious eyes. “Life is loss,” the giant said. “Aye, that it is,” Corban said. “But I’d wager some of us have lost more than others.”
“He slew my da.” “He did. As I have slain many while I was deceived. Deaths that I deeply regret. You speak of truth and courage. Forgiveness can be the greatest act of courage.”
Fear
“But all feel fear, both the coward and the hero, and all those in between,” Farrell said. “Aye. It’s what we do about it that counts,” Dath muttered.
“Aye,” Corban replied. “We need to stay close to each other.” “Yes. So don’t go getting carried away and running off to stab people.” “This is a day for stabbing people.” “I know that,” she said. “But just be selective.” He felt her hand slip into his. “And stay safe, Ban. There are very few people on this earth that I care about, but you’re one of them.” “Love you, too, Brina.”
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And he saw something in Calidus’ eyes, a hint of gloating pride. No. He is luring me, ensnaring me in my rage. And he remembered Gar’s first lesson to him. Control your anger, for if it controls you it will surely see you slain. And slowly Corban reined his anger
in, like a runaway stallion, harnessing the power, giving it coalescing focus, directing it all at the death of this thing before him, Calidus. He saw something flash across the Kadoshim’s face: frustration, a frown of disappointment?
“Sometimes,” Corban grunted, pulling himself up towards Calidus, along the length of the Kadoshim’s sword, grimacing with both pain and rage, “you have to take a wound to give a wound.” And with all his might, a world of pain exploding in his gut, Corban swung his sword and cut Calidus’ head from his shoulders.
