
When the dirt's turned up at dawn, I don't need to count who came. Only one man's been drilling unordered for five years running.
A stiff body is a slow one.
Sleeping at that hour is what keeps a man looking like a man.
A sword outlasts the hand that holds it.

When the dirt's turned up at dawn, I don't need to count who came. Only one man's been drilling unordered for five years running.

I remember the name of every man who swore his oath here. Only one of them closed his eyes while swearing it.

The grip cord's been retied, fresh. A man who reties it himself means to hold onto something a long while.