"I’ll sing you a song of the long ago - Seven shine the shiners, oh! What did the Seven do way back when? Why, they wove the Charter then! Five for the warp, from beginning to end. Two for the woof, to make and mend. That’s the Seven, but what of the Nine- What of the two who chose not to shine? The Eighth did hide, hide all away, But the Seven caught him and made him pay. The Ninth was strong and fought with might, But lone Orannis was put out of the light, Broken in two and buried under hill, Forever to lie there, wishing us ill."
The Great Charters
Five Great Charters knit the land together linked, hand in hand One in the people who wear the crown Two in the folk who keep the Dead down Three and Five became stone and mortar Four sees all in frozen water.
The Dead When the dead do walk seek water's run, for this the Dead will always shun. Swift river's best or broadest lake to ward the dead and haven make. If water fails thee, fire's thy friend, if neither guards it will be thy end.
Abhorsen's Sword
"I was made for Abhorsen, to slay those already Dead. The Clayr saw me, the Wallmaker made me, the King quenched me, Abhorsen wields me."
Inscriptions and Poems
Date: 2018-08-23 11:48 am (UTC)From:"I’ll sing you a song of the long ago -
Seven shine the shiners, oh!
What did the Seven do way back when?
Why, they wove the Charter then!
Five for the warp, from beginning to end.
Two for the woof, to make and mend.
That’s the Seven, but what of the Nine-
What of the two who chose not to shine?
The Eighth did hide, hide all away,
But the Seven caught him and made him pay.
The Ninth was strong and fought with might,
But lone Orannis was put out of the light,
Broken in two and buried under hill,
Forever to lie there, wishing us ill."
The Great Charters
Five Great Charters knit the land
together linked, hand in hand
One in the people who wear the crown
Two in the folk who keep the Dead down
Three and Five became stone and mortar
Four sees all in frozen water.
The Dead
When the dead do walk seek water's run,
for this the Dead will always shun.
Swift river's best or broadest lake
to ward the dead and haven make.
If water fails thee, fire's thy friend,
if neither guards it will be thy end.
Abhorsen's Sword
"I was made for Abhorsen, to slay those already Dead. The Clayr saw me, the Wallmaker made me, the King quenched me, Abhorsen wields me."