If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.
I long for home, long for the sight of home.
I don't know how much longer I can complain.
The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay!
And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs
There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.