So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

One man, one horse, one holocaust on demand.

Time to unite the Sacred Bands, Thebans and his people: one unit, one heart, one swing through life.

Deception is a tactic: use it. Do whatever it takes to win.

Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.

Then what difference does human striving make: mortal struggle, valor, pain? If you live, then live for the test of spirit, for the celebration of the heart. Live to fight on other days. Lose your beloveds one by one. And remember. Exalt the kiss of friend and horse and wind and sun, which venality cannot cheapen nor stupidity belittle.

There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.