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"Take shelter this eve
with the merchant
guards, found upon 
the merry courts 
of the south-western
district.  Upon your
arrival, they will send
a messenger to inform thy, 
your dire needs for 
labor.  Assistance and 
comfort will be 
offered and in secret,
for the King. . . I am 
grievous. . . usher you
ill-sorrows if discovered."

Alarumdives, the troubled
Prince of compassion, met 
his love, eye to eye, sharing
tears, they did embrace.
"Geinere you must
leave Wales upon, I 
am sorry."
"Alarumdives, I am so,
so sorry. . . ."

As Geinere found
refuge her labors
came quickly, within
days.  The merry merchant
guards, at no delay, jestered 
and provided for a 
midwife to aid Geinere.
Amidst the burdenous
nurturance, a gentle
baby boy was brought into 
this dark world of hate 
and envy.  Geinere
vowed to herself
to love this dear child.
A world torn apart, 
hers to divinity and 
righteousness.
His name Adamme, 
rightly chosen
out of sin,
for the essence of 
God did answer
poor Geinere's demands
for redemption.  
For it was upon 
the child's first 
birthday, that Geinere
was enlightened and 
faith instilled.  
A parchment read
while living amongst 
the commons of great
Scotland, 

". . . the Prince Alarumdives,
now King of Wales, to celebrate
his one year reunion and 
exaltation to the kingdom 
of thine, glorious Wales."
As this bit of revelry
chimed within Geinere's
soul, she discovered upon 
inquiry, that the late
King of Wales had fallen 
ill and to his grave,
one year prior. . . .

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