Don’t let avarice override intelligence. It’s only a season that a young soldier’s strength stays stalwart— before plague or blade bring obsolescence. A crackling blaze, a rush of waves, a slippery sword-grip, a spear soaring silently through the air, or even the ague of age. Your gaze will darken, too, boy. Your world will dim. Death will kneel over you eventually, and solicit your surrender.
