Have you not heard of the strife of minds and wills? He represented the
West, I the East. He was a Christian, so was I; the ground of our battle
was a fair one, and--and I have won."
"The ground of battle fair!" she protested bitterly. "He did not know
that there was strife between you. He did not fight you. I think that he
always loved you, Excellency. He would have given his life for you, if it
had been in danger. Is there in that letter one word that any man could
wish unwritten when the world was all ended for all men? But no, there
was no strife between you--there was only hatred on your part. He was so
much greater than you that you should feel no rivalry, no strife. The
sword he carries cuts as wide as Time. You are of a petty day in a petty
land. Your mouth will soon be filled with dust, and you will be
forgotten. He will live in the history of the world. Excellency, I plead
for him because I owe him so much: he killed a man and brought upon
himself a lifelong misery for me. It is all I can do, plead to you who
know the truth about him--yes, you know the truth--to make an effort to
save him.
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