Name now Nya, the noble enchanter!
To the dark realm of the Demon-Lord
she was stolen unwilling on a woeful day,
but with bright courage in Balthazar's lair
she strove bravely, staff-wielding hero.
From that baneful place she bore a prize,
a cold mage-staff, striking ice-power.
False are the words of wicked Balthazar,
for a brave heart, a hero's courage,
are valued most by Valorn's realm.
By such courage will come one day
the Demon-Lord's downfall, our destined victory.


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RHYME ROYAL: THE TAPESTRY


The tapestry of peace was woven so:
Two royal ladies labored at the loom;
the shuttle in their hands went to and fro
in ancient Caer Laleldan's inner room,
and peace and harmony began to bloom
upon that web well woven by their hands
to join the sundered fortunes of their lands.

From Ethucan the Empress brought the word,
and made the darkened Gateway shine anew;
and our two lands with great rejoicing heard
as Queen and Empress spoke of peace, and drew
the threads together, and the weaving grew,
with warp and weft together, well-designed,
by Ethucan and Valorn intertwined.

Cordelia spoke, who reigns from Valorn's throne,
and so confirmed the lovely tapestry.
Not Valorn and not Ethucan alone,
but both our lands were blessed by her decree,
that tangled discord might unravelled be
and then rewoven beautiful and bright,
the dark discarded, leaving only light.

The tapestry of peace is woven thus:
as strong as spider-silk, as fair and fine,
of colors radiant, fair, and marvellous.
There friendship's hue, and honour's, brightly shine,
and glowing threads of godly light divine,
and at its center, welcoming and wide,
the Gateway beckons us from either side.


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