After being hunted like a dog through swamps, woods, and a few cloud's last night..I was forced to return wet, cold, and starving.
Who, who can read his fate?
As for this brave boy with me, who often prays (yes, before and since) with a true and sincere heart - was it crime in him? If so, why can he pray the same?
I do not wish to shed a drop of blood, but 'I must fight the course.' 'Tis all that's left to me."
"Foe I am a Spruce" Yes, "Ony a Spruce".