By hand of righteous knight who roved the fen When far from home I strove to earn renown, My purpose unfulfilled, I was struck down. Within this tomb, I rest to rise again. Who would disturb my shade must dare my path: To learn in lands remote my natal speech, Assault the laws arcane until they breach; Earn, and endure, doom and aftermath. When I can act again, I take this oath: To serve one hundred years of solemn aid, And trustworthy — if trust I see repaid — And at the end, to leave unharmed us both. Who would with evil heart this offer claim I shall destroy. I've had enough of blame.