From the time he was tiny I hated that boy, though not half as much as he has hated me.

You are thinking to yourself that this is because our ambitions clash like meeting swords, and that from them spring these fires of hate.

It is not so.

The hate is native to our hearts, and will only end when one of us lies dead at the other's hand." "Terrible words, Augusta." "Yes, but true.

Truth is always terrible--in Byzantium.