Galad stood up. “It is what must be done, Child Golever.” “I wish it had to be done more often! This is what the Children have awaited for centuries. You are the first to deliver it. The Light illumine you, Galad Damodred. The Light illumine you!” “May the Light illumine a day when men need not kill at all,” Galad said tiredly. “It is not fitting to take joy in death.”
