Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.
Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.
I must decide if you deserve to die.
Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.