Kroto, leader of the Octagons of the Fortress of Saphronicus stood there watching me as I pulled the blade from the body of a man who had fought to defend his home from our army’s march through his city. He had fought bravely and by the codes and respecting his courage I was about to deliver the killing blow to end his misery before I moved on to the next house and then on the next block, and then to the next village. I am known as Horacio Civitus of the Warriors and I have sworn allegiance to the Home Stone of the Fortress of Saphronicus and this is the day I believe I started my journey to becoming a man, a Gorean Man.
Let me start at the beginning. I was sitting here minding my own business watching my two grandsons hone their skills in the sands of our sparring pit. Both my daughters gave birth to sons, although the name of Civitus dies with me, it is good to see young men who understand better than I did when I was their age, what life is all about.
The great wars that plagued this world are now ended; the once precarious peace has now found strength once again in the tradition and the codes of the warriors, once again proving that they are the pillar of Gorean Society. But I keep getting side tracked.
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