And that was the end of it. I don’t think I ever saw him again. He may still be alive, living with his wife’s people in the south, hunting and fishing as he loved to do.
He was my brother. I loved him and for a long time I envied him, and then feared him. But I never harmed him nor he me.
You are sprung from a contentious family. Take this story to heart, my sons. Take it into your hearts.