"I doubt this cur has the spirit to put up much of a fight," says Nathros, steeping forward with his short sword threateningly. "Nowhere left to flee; surrender yourself and we may yet be merciful!"
"I doubt this cur has the spirit to put up much of a fight," says Nathros, steeping forward with his short sword threateningly. "Nowhere left to flee; surrender yourself and we may yet be merciful!"
It is a joyful thing indeed to hold intimate converse with a man after one’s own heart, chatting without reserve about things of interest or the fleeting topics of the world; but such, alas, are few and far between.
– Yoshida Kenko (1283-1350), Tsurezure-Gusa (1340)