No, I have never wearied the Gods.

They will remember this, and give me a quiet place where I can drive my lance in the shade, and wait to welcome my sons: I have no less than three Rissaldar--majors all--in the regiments.' 'And they likewise, bound upon the Wheel, go forth from life to life--from despair to despair,' said the lama below his breath, 'hot, uneasy, snatching.' 'Ay,' the old soldier chuckled.

'Three Rissaldar--majors in three regiments.

Gamblers a little, but so am I.They must be well mounted; and one cannot take the horses as in the old days one took women.
Well, well, my holding can pay for all.

How thinkest thou?
It is a well-watered strip, but my men cheat me.