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
A small rock holds back a great wave.
All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.