He shakes his head. "Not so early... the bear-sark art not trained to be such. They art taken to the berserker lodge as soon as there canst no longer be question. Our mothers wert despairing of e'er finding peace... or couches, walls, chairs in one piece... I lost all taste for sweets, and less and less stilled mine fits. The lodge wast the best place for me. But our mothers looked in on me oft enow. But twas far more durable, and with suitable training... and many things to let the children expend their energy and violence upon there. For there ist no cure for the madness, e'en wert one wished. Svalin, howe'er, wast a choice, though she wast allowed to change her mind until only recently, had she wished it so."
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