This is the real magic of fantasy fiction: it can feed souls and change lives.
I was a man before I was a king, and no true man walks away when a friend needs him.
May all your dreams but one come true, for what is life without a dream?
Do not speak badly of yourself, for the warrior that is inside you hears your words and is lessened by them.
They dont understand what real treasure is. They see it in gold and copper, and tin. They see in herds of horses or cattle. They gather treasures to themselves, building great storehouses, which they guard ferociously. Then they die. What good is it then?
Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, respect. All these things have to be earned.