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Men listened closer to calm tones than to the loudest shouts, so long as firmness and certainty accompanied the calm.
“He is born again!” Gitara cried. “I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He is coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!”
‘Change what you can if it needs changing, but learn to live with what you can’t change.’ You’ll only get a sick stomach, otherwise.
Light! Men never seemed to understand, or care, when a woman wished to be looked at and when not.
the human heart is seldom logical.”
In his cradle he had been given four gifts. The ring in his hands and the locket that hung around his neck, the sword on his hip and an oath sworn in his name.
Duty was a mountain, death a feather, and his duty was to Bukama, who had carried an infant on his back.
Only a fool believed women less dangerous than men, but women often seemed to think men fools when it came to women.
An honorable man protects whoever needs protecting, but children above all, and women above men.
Lan shook his head slightly. “He was better. But he thought I was finished, with only one arm. He never understood. You surrender after you’re dead.”
