"I have already said that Telemachon’s voice was beautiful – my words cannot do it justice, the low,
strong, honey-throated resonance of it – but it is nothing compared to how he fought that day. That was
true beauty.
Poets will often speak of a ‘warrior’s grace’, and the ‘dance’ of a skilled fighter’s footwork. In all my
years of warfare, I had never seen the reality of it until I saw him duelling the Ragged Knight."