By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs