Epilogue
It was dark by the time she finished speaking. The two of them sat watching
the moon rising.
'Many of the things you told me contradict each other,' he said.
She got up.
'Goodbye,' she said. 'You knew that the bells at the bottom of the sea were not
just a legend, but you could only hear them when you realised that the wind, the
seagulls and the sound of the palm fronds were all part of the pealing of the bells.
In just the same way, the warrior of light knows that everything around him -
his victories, his defeats, his enthusiasm and his despondency - form part of his Good
Fight. And he will know which strategy to use when he needs it. A warrior does not
try to be coherent; he has learned to live with his contradictions.'
'Who are you?' he asked.
But the woman was already moving off, walking over the waves towards the
rising moon.
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