[Rinda] often worried how she might make the coward she saw [in Remus] into a brave warrior, and someday, a king — a task which she felt was her responsibility. Rinda had not yet realized that sometimes courage is the same thing as folly and that sometimes a skepticism bordering on her blindness to her brother’s strengths was a result of her own sensitivity.
[Rinda] often worried how she might make the coward she saw [in Remus] into a brave warrior, and someday, a king — a task which she felt was her responsibility. Rinda had not yet realized that sometimes courage is the same thing as folly and that sometimes a skepticism bordering on her blindness to her brother’s strengths was a result of her own sensitivity.
