What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave.

You know how it is. Boy meets girl, girl wants boy dead. An everyday story, really.

What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave.

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.

I was a man before I was a king, and no true man walks away when a friend needs him.

One day the enemy will cross the Great Green. They will bring war and tragedy to these eastern lands. Such is the nature of vile men. Yet we cannot live in dread of them. We cannot hide behind these high walls, our hearts trembling. For that is not life. We must accept the needs and the duties of each day, and face them one at a time.

Do not complain of life's unfairness. It is never fair - at best it is impartial.