Then I Sat Up Sage and Reflective

Forgotten was hunger and houselessness. I no longer mourned so keenly the emptiness of the world or the brevity of friendships. And truly, it was a very strange meeting with these folk who were they whom i had known when last i walked these woods, and yet were not. All feuds were ended when down the path would come a more than usually dusky wayfarer,. A trooper perhaps, with leather jerkin shield on back. And then twas oho, a norman villain straying from his band. On the other hand if one chanced upon me who had the flaxen hair and pleasant eyes of those who once were called my comrades