The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

When it was over, they waited for him to speak. Flos’ head was bowed, and when he raised it, there were tears in his eyes. But he said only one thing that made Trey very afraid. “From what you have said, I must call this man Hitler a great leader.” He held up a hand as Teres leapt to her feet. “Listen. A great leader, and a poor thing not worthy to be called a man. That is what he was.” Slowly, Teres sat down. Flos stood up, and turned his back to stare out of the window. “Hitler. There is a name that rings throughout your world. Understand me, Teres, Trey. Yes, I admire this man Hitler as a leader. I reject his ideals, his beliefs, and the empire he created and the things he did. But he commanded the hearts of a nation and forged a defeated people into a blade that sought the throat of the world. He created darkness I had not dreamt of. He tried to kill an entire people. How can such a man not be worthy of praise, damning though it may be? And yet. He was no [King]. And he was not worthy of such a title.”