Morgil: I do not understand. You are so careful, so careful, why do you have things that live one season maximum, and I have five or six years?
Roland: And you look at the state of your things and mine. When my things go out of order, I honorably accompany them to rest, like veterans of labor who have fulfilled their duty. And you use dark spells, raising them in the form of zombies, and forcing them to crack until their flesh itself is destroyed from time.