As we sat by the river, having eaten our fill of stale cake, I heard someone on horseback. This was strange for most people in the Camp did not own a horse - including myself, since my steed was killed, I have not seen a horse in these parts. I turned around to see and what I saw left me curious - there were two people on the horse, a rather old man and, embraced in his hands, a young maiden. They would've been related, he perhaps her father or even grandfather, if not for the way they were so tightly embraced.
I looked at Tiverium, hoping to find some answers. He had none. Then, the odd couple stopped near us and began to chant:
Oh see, my beautiful lily,
As how the flowers bloom!
See how the lonely go about,
Is it not so great, as we live -
Free to love, to merry, to shout?
They began to laugh - Tiverium was quite confused, but I understood. Such jest upon me, the 'lone stranger'? I had to reply:
Night and day, victory and defeat,
Two sides of a coin, I was told.
How wrong I was, lo and behold,
Shades of gray in the world between.
It worked. They stopped instantly and stared at me. Their reaction surprised me a little, they looked as though I was a ghost!
"We shall meet again, lone stranger," the man said. And with that, both of them sped away.
"That was quite smart," began Tiverium. "I don't know how you did it... but how did you learn to compose verse?"
"It always came to me naturally... as natural as breathing. But why is it so important?"
"Well, certainly, the former King of Landeb finds it important."