All are soldiers of the same Master, yet each is valued according to his strength. Some have an elevated place near the Master; others are distant, near or far. The one of lesser merit gets a lesser, humbler post. The one of highest character receives the highest station. Through true soldiering, one becomes worthy everywhere. But even a fine soldier who proves cowardly loses his place. Says Tuka, death awaits all of them. The price of fearlessness is everything; the price of cowardice is disgrace.