“So long as what comes before remains shrouded, so long as men are already deceived, what does it matter?” “Because it’s deceit. Womanish deception. An outrage against honour!” “And you’ve never deceived your foes on the field of battle? You’ve never enslaved another?” Cnaiür spat. “My enemies. My foes. Those who’d do the same to me if they could. That’s the bargain all warriors strike, and it is an honourable one. But what you do, Dûnyain, makes all men your foe.” Such penetration! “Does it? Or does it make them my children?
