“Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!”
These staves he spoke, yet he laughed as he said them. For once more the lust of battle was on him, and he was still unscathed, and he was young, and he was king, the lord of a fell people.
