Once a warrior fair of hair
travled the land in search of a foe to vanquish,
his armor shone bright,
and his sword flashed in the sunlight,
and all the fair madians in the land loved him,
and all bowed in respect before him,
or so he wished,
for he was only a young lowly kitchen boy,
who washed the dishes of the king,
or so he whished,
but he was only the sir dishwasher of the Baron of Midwythe.
The lowliest of low was the scullery boy,
for even his master was only lowest of the pride.
Life was dull and glum,
and the boy's only hope lay in his dreams,
but one day things changed,
as oft they do on warm spring days
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