It was a story called ‘The Hero’ which I sold to Galaxy magazine in 1970, for $94.

Wisdom oft comes from the mouth of babes.

Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.

A thousand deaths would still be less than he deserves.

Was there ever a war where only one side bled?

I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.’ He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. ‘I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here.

In real life, the hardest aspect of the battle between good and evil is determining which is which.