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Oaths I am Henoed, and this I swear:  my service to the Flower of Knighthood shall last for an age and a day. The Master of Hounds accepts the oath of Llysfam that his word she shall heed. Recorded here the pledge of Swynwr to lay tribute before the Nodwyddau Princess as acknowledgement of her peerless beauty. I, Tegryn aep Ifran, set my word and he to whom it is given knows what stands in barter and to what end. Secrets Nine dreams were stolen by Swynwr, though she was only punished for the theft of one. She still lives. Fine titles do not make a man and the Master of Hounds is himself the dog of greater Royalty. Llysfam is the lesser of her sisters for she spoke false. Home is not a place. The greatest weakness of Henoed is her spite for the beauty she lost. Friend and foe become one and the same. The Herald speaks for the Royalty because they do not speak with one voice. Seren’s gossamer weavings became iron fetters in time. Whispers If not the dark, then what do owls fear. Smoke rises and a traveler’s ills are soothed. Garbed in copper, spiders may be kings. For want of a coin a mind remains unfortified. Bloodlines thin and sons without aid shall not match fathers. The crown rests upon no head. Wounds shared are wounds healed. Even a monster enjoys a hot bath. Adoration may be more cruel than the torment of blades. A fish well-prepared is a delight to all.