A dream: His armor flashing in the sunlight. The thunder of horse hooves. A blow, and I crash to the ground. Blue sky and green leaves above my head. Fire and ice between my ribs, suddenly: his blade. My voice crying “Brother! Brother, please!” as he runs me through again. His tears like streams, my blood like rivers. The cold blade plunging a final time into my chest as he kneels beside me in the soft grass. “Brother…” and my vision goes dark.

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