Battle was about to be joined. Men were about to die. He might be one of them. Knowing this gave him a clarity of thought, and every trace of exaustion vanished, along with the faint tremor since the attempt on his life just hours before. Nothing was so invigorating as fighting-not food, not laughter, not working with his hands, not even love-and though he hated it, he could not deny its power of attraction. He had never wanted to be a warrior, but a warrior he had become, and he was determined to best all who came before him.
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