... \"You are my son,\" she said softly. \"Use the life I have given you wisely, and see that you acquit yourself with honor through all things. If nothing prevents you, return here when you will. You are welcome beneath my roof, my son.\" Scatha placed her hands on my shoulders, kissed me and released me.\"
I took up my weapons and went out. I was Scatha's son now – one of her innumerable brood – with leave to come and go as I would. This pleased me, though I could have wished I did not have to go away at all.
Excerpt from The Paradise War © Stephen R. Lawhead
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