| Kahless : | "Long ago a storm was heading toward the city of Quin'lat. The people sought protection within the walls, all except one man who remained outside. I went to him and asked what he was doing. 'I am not afraid,' he said. 'I will not hide my face behind stone and mortar. I will stand before the wind and make it respect me.' I honoured his choice and went inside. The next day the storm came, and the man was killed. The wind does not respect a fool." |
