The Song of the Kháyin

“Glory! Great honour shall be mine! Wenestl shall be last of his dastard line! Sword unsheathed and bow taut-strung, We rest not while a Norvajael stays unhung!” Over glen and trail the quaver spread; The Ilken sought sheaths of hapless dead! Seething, as one our spirited gunari rose To take upon glittering steel their vows … Continue reading The Song of the Kháyin