By land and sea have I sought thee, Ascalon. Oh thou, scared blade of invincible mettle! Many a knight hath failed the selfsame quest. Shall I be perchance the one to finde thee? What art thou, Ascalon? Strength, hope or merely a dream? I feel the dragon's breathe drawing near. My courage has gone from me and I tremble. Yet agayn have I fallen into sin. Now that I no longer in saving grace am found, who shalt guide my hand? I shall redeem my fault putting sail to sea. I shall brave the storm to come and see thee! So thought I. But the roads I roamed bore me to many barren lands and longe was the tyme of myn roving biforen finding thee, Ascalon, deep within myselven.