Epilogue…
Once upon a time there was a man whose name was Deamondread Wiplowbach. He was the general of a great army. Their numbers were countless, and their families many. There was so much to lose and so little to gain in comparison. Deamondread was to go fight the Dragon of Christendom, possibly never to return.
On the morning of the beginning, for it was not to end in a day, he kissed his wife goodbye and took the last look upon his son, still only a babe. He said that which would stay with the boy forever, "Son hear your father clear, deep in your heart: Son know your enemy as I so know you…"
As if responding to the saying, he opened his eyes. Bright violet eyes regarded the man in armor before the boy began to cry. The woman, whom was already weeping, waved sadly and turned into her little cottage to care for the babe as always.
