Karth remembered that fight, and was silent for a moment. Then he switched tongues to Skarlae and muttered the prayer of remembrance, traditionally said whenever you felt it appropriate to honor a fallen enemy. "Holy Queen Icini, fold the warrior Jarl under your cloak, give him rest and strength so that when we meet again, our battle may be all the hotter in your honor."
"He was a good man," Karth said in the common tongue again. "A good leader. He rallied his men and they responded to his call. Evil men can't do that. I bought him a drink after, I look forward to meeting him again. How was he different? I wish I had known him before."
That was the great tragedy of the battlefield. Occasionally, you met a great enemy. Very, very occasionally, you learned their names. You almost never got to know them, have a drink or three, or share a joke. It motivated Karth to die well, knowing he'd go to Queen Icini's hall.