"There are others more learned than I, others
doubtless shrewder and more subtle, others before whom, for their many talents, I stand
in awe. I am a simple man, poor in many qualities, one who is doubtless much excelled.
There is little, I suspect, that I could do better than many others. I am a man who is
surely next to nothing, one unworthy of note. Yet I think there is one talent I have,
though it is unimportant and unworthy, a gift toward which I have mixed feelings, a
gift which is both boon and curse, one which has caused me feelings of horror and
guilt, and yet to which I have owed my life and that of those I have loved. It is a
gift I have sought not to exercise, a gift I have feared, and sometimes would put
aside, but cannot do so.
He who is a Singer must sing;
He who weaves the beautiful rugs of Ar or Tor must weave;
The Physician must heal;
The Builder build;
The Merchant buy and sell;
and The Warrior must fight."
Tarl Cabot; Assassin of Gor
