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"No, they are assassins from Akrah!"
"They cannot be my Lord, we have orders to take them in!
"They are assassins, I say. You shall not take them in!"
"Whatever, my orders are to take them in."
"And if I stand before you!"
"I shall carry out my orders Lord!"
"My young friend, I shall not fight you."
"I am glad my Lord."
"My blood boils when I see these assassins."
"I was told they were envoys, Lord."
"May I ask you Turgon, who did give these wonderful orders?"
"The orders came from the golden king himself."
Will you do something for me, my young friend?"
"You only have to ask and you know it shall be, my Dark man."
I wish you to delegate a duty to your strongest men."
"What would this duty be, my Dark man?"
"I want these monstrosities watched, wherever they may be."
"Most assuredly my Dark Man."
"Have someone ready to ring the alarm bell at any time Turgon."
"Francis is already in position my Lord."
"I shall see you in the palace Turgon."
"You shall indeed, well met, my Dark Man."
"Well met Turgon."
The Dark man. on Turvehrhr,
he goes over to Turgon and the king's guard,
the ceremonial guard trot off towards Alahsar,
the envoys in tow.
Now, it was a pleasant evening for the festivities,
A cool breeze did blow across Badicha,
Such a beautiful night for a slow ride,
through the great golden gates,
Slowly, the knights started towards the golden gates,
at a trot.
So it was,
the celebrations would have such strange guests,
Well, the song of Alahsar,
it must now come to an end,
Your Bard must now have a little mead,
after this, the song shall begin again,
May the ancient songs of Alahsar,
ever be sung in their glory.
Now, we may return to Alahsar,
deep within the heart of our thought,
May my song bring Alahsar.
the golden city,
to the fore of your mind,
the vision of wonder shall become clear,
may the words paint the most striking pictures,
Now, let us charge our horns,
my Lords and Ladies,
the song, I shall now, in humility,
lay before you once more,
the song of ages,
long since past,
I shall now sing,
Come with me to the city of Alahsar.
To Be Continued..........
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