When we humans threw ourselves from the walls down the slopes, there could be no enemy, monster or force to stop us; we were an elite force willing to kill to protect their home.
We humans rode for the first time in the dark week on the slopes of the mountain of Camelot, and this is how our heroic feat was reflected in the songs of the bards for many centuries.
"One night without moon
in the battlements shone
the weapons they won
in their prideful efforts,
They shone without a moon,
They shone without a sun.
Courage in their voices
the braves and their souls.
On a moonless night
The weapons had shone,
Trampled the earth,
Their steps are on fire
trampled the earth,
Their wings ride the air,
their spears made of ice,
and the enemy died
on the mountain's slope,
staining the night
with brushes of blood.
The powerful voice shouted
¡To the weapons!
