An interesting children’s rhyme from the northeast Dalelands, Cyrillia and Volkrad…
One day, couple of you are sitting out front of our favorite inn in the Forge, relaxing, when the sound of children’s voices reach your ears. The children are singing a song as they skip along. As they get closer you can make out the words.
Dip into the valley, hold it up to see;
Scepter of the land, all follow me.
Falling down the mountainside,
Sweeping into town;
Weeping over ashes, all fall down.
An old man beside you notices your interest in the song; he glances back to the children who are still at play. “Songs of such innocence often hold unexpected knowledge,” he says cryptically.
Meadow full of children, thunder on the ground;
Raise a fence of pickets, all circle `round.
Rising from the meadows, no one left to play;
Ride into the morning, all go `way.
Seeing your puzzled reactions to his words, the old man says, “That childhood rhyme is actually based on one of the darkest times this land has known: the rule of Kainus, the warlord.”
Down into the valley, empty out the sack;
Start at the beginning, all turn back.
Hiding in the valley, saddened at the end;
Wait until it’s time, all start again.