-Aaa!!! Another murder!!!- cried Neira Drake as she ran into the courtyard, - Revan has been killed!! I was walking through the castle, passing by Arandor's room, when I suddenly saw the poor Revan's body lying near the door. He was lying in a pool of his own blood, all cut up!! Your Majesty, save us!!
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal