Citation de Aela
Pleure sur la tribu éclatée, sur la loi et les coutumes disparues. Oui et pleure tout haut sur l'homme qui est mort, sur la femme et les enfants endeuillés. Pleure, pays bien-aimé, tout ceci n'est pas encore fini. Le soleil inonde la terre, ce beau pays dont l'homme ne peut profiter. Il ne connaît que la peur dans son coeur.
Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and chidren bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.
Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and chidren bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.
