Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds! 'And thou thinkest that my sister Sorais would levy war upon me.

So be it.

She shall not prevail against me.

I, too, have my friends and my retainers.

There are many, I say, who will shout "Nyleptha!" when my pennon runs up on peak and pinnacle, and the light of my beacon fires leaps tonight from crag to crag, bearing the message of my war.