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Originally Posted by pdurrant
Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, win unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red thread end!
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These staves he spoke, yet he wept as he said them. For once more the loss of the thread was on him; and he was old, and he had lost thousands of times, and he was but a mouse, lord of a tiny people. But even as he wailed in despair he looked out again at the new winner and put down his sword to admit defeat.