As chilled by the breath of the unknown guest.
"Call not for baron nor seneschal,
Call not for swordsman nor groom nor thrall;
Nay, call thou for help from no mortal man,
But fall on thy knees and pray - an thou can."
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The king sat high in the banquet hall;
Beside him frowning the pilgrim tall;
But come to the throne with a softened tread,
For the king sits still, but the king sits dead.