The Legend of Arlen

Hedge Night is the truest kind of night, dunk, the old man had told him a long, long time ago. Other nights serve the Lord to keep them or from whom they hold their lands. But we serve where we will for men whose causes we believe in every night, swears to protect a week and innocent. We keep the vow best, I think, queer, all strong. That memory seemed not could quite forgotten those words and perhaps the old man as well toward the end.