Valdemar sat by the shore, scooped up some water, and rinsed his face several times. The touch of fresh water and the feeling of cleanliness were probably the most pleasant moments since he arrived in this wilderness. His thoughts turned to the fallen opponent.
"That was a beautiful, dignified death. Of course, to what extent such concepts are even applicable to death. Few people will maintain such composure before inevitable demise, behaving so boldly, knowing that every word brings death closer. Could he really have hoped to defeat us? If he could, such self-confidence is no less admirable. Yes, there is something to learn here."
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers