Never far, nor yet near…
Ewan, Lord of Fulnay, presided over the Hall of Justice;
stick-stealers, rabbit-snarers, husband-and-wife beaters…
The petty round of misdemeanours had become wearisome in Ewan’s eyes,
yet ever, his steward hovered at his shoulder a moments notice from opprobrium.
Then, into the hall was fetched a child of seven years,
found abandoned by the road-side.
Apparelled in rich, outlandish, hunting-green,
he spoke a strange tongue which none in the hall could comprehend.
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