We Could Have Chopped Down The Sycamore

Any Weapon Is A Good Weapon As Long As Ye Can Use It With Honor And Skill.

I Fell, You See. Trod On My Abbot, Father Habit. Oh, Dear! I Mean.

He Came With Death Held In His Paw Which No Rat Born Could Face Oh Woe To Those Who Break The Law Of Sunflash And His Mace!

Are You Going To Go Down On Your Knees And Beg For Your Life, Old One?" Abbot Mortimer Stared Calmly Into Cluny's Savage Eye. "i Will Never Bend My Knee On My Own Behalf. However, If I Thought I Could Save The Life Of One Of My Friends I Would Gladly Fall Down On Both Knees. But I Know You, Cluny, Better Than You Know Yourself. There Is Not A Scrap Of Pity Or Mercy In Your Heart, Only A Burning Desire For Vengeance. Therefore, I Will Not Kneel To One Who Is Consumed By Evil.

Each Of Us Is Born To Follow A Star, Be It Bright And Shining Or Dark And Fated. Sometimes The Path Of These Stars Will Cross, Bringing Love Or Hatred. However, If You Look Up At The Skies On A Clear Night, Out Of All The Countless Lights That Twinkle And Shine, There Will Come One. That Star Will Be Seen In A Blaze, Burning A Path Of Light Across The Roof Of The Earth, A Great Comet.