I was twaindy before Ostrog was a baby.

I remember him long before he'd pushed his way to the head of the Wind Vanes Control.
I've seen many changes.

Eh! I've worn the blue.

And at last I've come to see this crush and darkness and tumult and dead men carried by in heaps on the ways.

And all his doing! All his doing!" His voice died away in scarcely articulate praises of Ostrog.
Graham thought.