...if Fifty Bands Of Men

A Companion's Words Of Persuasion Are Effective.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A Deathless Goddess-- So She Strikes Our Eyes!

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.