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ROTHER, what is that scar above your heart?"
"Brother, the mark of a sword."
"Of whose sword?"
"Brother, of yours."
"Nay!"
"Even so!"
"Brother of my heart, could I wound you thus, and still forget?"
"Yes, since you bear no scar."
"Brother of my soul, could I wound you thus, and go myself unscarred?"
"Verily, yes; since it is not the hilt that wounds."