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There is war to the North should I risk and ride forth, / And a fight to the South, too, I'm thinking; / There is war in the East, and one battle at least / In the West between eating and drinking. / I'm allowed to rejoice in an excellent choice / Of plans for a soldier of mettle, / For all of them mean bloody war and rapine. / So--on which should a gentleman settle?
WITH his muscles strained and twisted (for his Rangar capturers had dragged him none too gently) and with his jewelled pugree all awry, Jaimihr did not lack dignity. He held his chin high, although he gazed at the bubbling spring thirstily; and, thirsty though he must have been, he asked no favors.