Chapter 9; The ThunderDon’t rattle the sabre, he stood tall, he stood for us all
Defying all those many men, he stood tall, a beacon for all
Boldly resisting them, the proud sabre became our saviour
Bowing to no man, with his long tooth he brought forth the truth
So don’t rattle the sabre
Stronger than Tiger Puma Leopard or Lion
Nerves of steel and a will of iron
Only a fool would rattle the sabre
‘Do you like it?’ Chiara asked him in the corner of the bar. ‘I wrote it a long time ago, after you know…’ Oric hadn’t heard it for a while, for a time it was sung back on the rock, back when he first arrived, when people wanted to know him. When they thought he was a hero.
The rock, the isle that should be his home, his heart shone when he saw it and his kind for the first time, but it
