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. The tales of bloodthirsty, arrogant monsters was
too consistent to be entirely false.
Buried in his subconscious, hidden by a number of
excuses, lay the true reason for his visit; Torbin's mind was
now riddled with doubts about himself and that which he
had believed in until now.
" I have come to a decision today."
The knight blinked. "A decision?"
The minotaur spoke as if Torbin's words had gone
unheard. "I have come to a decision today. Honor and pride
are nothing without reason. It is not an abrupt decision; in
fact, it is the same decision I made long ago. There is a time
to fight, a time to give up one's life for another, and a time
to run. Tomorrow, the run will be over."
"Run?" Torbin climbed off his horse very quietly lest he
destroy the minotaur's chain of thought. The man-beast
ignored him. He seemed to be watching every wave,
marking every turn of the breeze.
"Minotaurs must fight for their place in society. A
minotaur who does not fight does not exist. He shames his
family. They call him 'kenderwhelp' or 'elf-bastard.' Even
'manling.' He is shunned by those who know him and
cursed by those who do not. Might makes right; honor is
all."
The minotaur abruptly turned to Torbin, who had forgotten
to sit, so intent was he on following the other's words
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