“You can hardly call Deor old.' Arisa wrapped her arms around herself; the breeze was brisk despite the sunlight. 'He didn't live long enough to get old. Why would he do that? I know kings are supposed to care for the realm above all else, and so on, and so on, but that's rot. They're men, just like anyone else. Do you think he really, deliberately, laid down his life?' 'Yes,' said Weasel. 'At least, I think it's possible.' It was the last answer she'd expected from Weasel-the-cynic. 'But why?' Arisa asked. 'Not having been there, I can't say for sure.' Weasel stuck his hands in his pockets. 'But I'd guess it was for the future.' Arisa frowned. 'I don't understand.' 'The One God willing,' said Weasel softly, 'you never will.”
Book:The Sword of Waters
