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Perhaps the gods punish us by bringing us face to face with our own foolish mistakes, condemning us to watch our children fall into the same traps that crippled us.
I tried to remember what it was to be fifteen years old and in love and so terribly certain that love conveyed wisdom and shaped fate.
“Hmf. Wonderful timing on everyone’s part. Let’s mix the Bingtown Traders with the Outislanders, and in the midst of it you can offend the Queen’s favorite minstrel, and then have some silly squabble with the Fool that renders you both all but useless.”
“Have you ever suddenly realized that there was someone you loved, but presently did not like very much?” “Strange you should ask me that,”
For in this, I am Sacrifice for my people.”