Fear

After giving instructions to saddle up his horse, Roman crept quietly into the house. It was his job to bring the bad news to the farm board. He thought with great concern that now all warriors would have to leave the farms and the choir and that many strong hands would be missing from the harvest. Harvest time was a particularly bad time for war - the enemy certainly knew that too! But that was fate. They were all just little plants in the field of the universe. Some of these little plants were cherished. They blossomed and bore fruit, they could multiply. Others, however, were destined to be trodden down, mowed down, in order to use their bodies to form the breeding ground for others! Everything was an infinite cycle, and human beings were only a tiny part of it. Roman sighed, went into the old farmer's room and woke him up. The old man started up a little rudely, blinked in the light of the oil lamp and found himself facing a very serious warrior in full armament.

"Hraunap