Silence in court. All stand for the judge. All present are on trial. Let the judgement begin,
the cleansing of crime, the balancing of sin.
At first I attended to the words. Distracted by windows and walls, though willingly left behind, I still heard the culprit calls.
I was a harper in the hall. The king bid me play after the feast. Of his servants I was not that high nor was I among the least.
The sheep upon the mountainside, startled by a hyena's howl. They never ceased to make me smile, be the weather fair or foul.
Unless my foe stands on the plain, points his sword at me alone, I cannot pull back my catapult, I cannot aim my stone.
Silence. Silence in court. The verdict has been passed.
Alert again, I shed my dream. Allowed to go outside, I joined the others in the empty dark, pleased to see the jewel lamps gleam.