“My dear Calligha, Do not fret, you will all make them reap, The sins committed against all of you– have shown true, The grounds will quake as they you meet with battle, The grounds will drench with their blood, Listen closely: What they spill will feed your crops, The famine brought by them will last no longer, You’ll succeed in this battle, and then the next– These fields will no longer be trampled– quickly seed them.”