From the Book of Foes:

“When the great battle was over, and the final horns had blown their final cries, the haggard old general looked all around the battlefield, and he fell to his knees.  ‘I do not understand,’ the general spake aloud.  ‘Our plan was infallible.  My men were ready.  How could this come to pass?’  Just then, the bright sky darkened.  Clouds as black as The Saint’s army’s shrouds rolled across the merry sun.  The grizzled general turned, and the Dark Lord stood before him.

‘You men fought well,’ the Great Saban said.  ‘I hungered to see my men tested, and you have served my purpose.  But know this:  all that happens on this field happens because it is my will.  Come not to this hallowed ground and expect joy, for you shall find none.  Even though you know it not, you are all a part of The Great Process.’  And the general opened his mouth to speak, but he hesitated, and then fell silent, for he now knew the Dark Lord’s words rang true.

And the Great Saban came before his Army, and he told them, ‘Be not cheerful, for you have failed me.  You did not win this victory; your opponents merely lost it.  You have crushed great armies in the past, but today you forgot the things that brought you to that point.  You must reach within yourselves and find anew that competitive desire that shall sustain you relative to your crushing our opponents in the future.  Only through this shall you make them cry relative to their desire for mercy and avail yourselves of the spoils of victory, relative to your opponent’s wenches.’  And the Army of Saban was ashamed, but knew that they had learned from what happened this day.”