Man and Horse stand 'pon a hill
Stirring not, as the rocks so still
Neither Fame nor Reward does He seek
Only to defend the Innocent and Weak
Ever fighting those who fear Gods light
Feeling not wounds nor cold of night
Scarred and grey, fair of face no longer
Strife only serves to make him stronger
Knowing one day to a blade he must fall
He prays one such as he will follow the Call
Beer for my horses barkeep
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