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Out of the village, out of the thatched and clutching shires, Out of the grave and furrow,furrow and grave, Where his sword first tried The last cruel dances of childhood, and awoke to the shires Forever retreating, his greatness a marshfire, The banked flight of the Kingfisher always above him, Now Huma walked upon Roses, In the level Light of the Rose. And troubled by Dragons, he turned to the end of the land, To the fringe of all sense and senses, To the Wilderness, where Paladine bade him to turn, And there in the loud tunnel of knives He grew in umblemished violence, in yearning, Stunned into himself by a deafening gauntlet of voices.---Song of Huma (1/7 parts)--DragonLance