BEST<BR>Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. <P>WORST<BR>They will be three hundred leagues from here by now. Čomer cannot help us. I know what is that you want of me. But I would not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war.
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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