Kord: Are you afraid?
Crokas: Y-y-yes.
Kord: Will you flee?
Crokas: Would it help?
Kord: (laughs, then sighs) You are tired -- from carrying yourself? Is it your own weight, or the weight of another that has tired you so?
Crokas: (motions to the children he's been carrying)
Kord: That is what strength is for.

















