The Complete Farseer Trilogy

A very faint scent of her clung to my shirt from our brief embrace, and I agonized over whether to wear the shirt that day, to carry that scent with me, or to set it aside carefully in my clothing chest, to preserve it. I did not think it a foolish thing at all to care so much about that. Looking back, I smile, but it is at my wisdom, not my folly.

Hundreds of folk slain, scores Forged, women raped, children orphaned, entire villages destroyed for the sake of a Princeling’s vengeance over an imagined wrong. It staggered me. But it fit. It fit as snug as a coffin lid.

Thinking is not always … comforting. It is always good, but not always comforting.