Odd sounds eminate from up ahead. It is a sound you seem

to remember, but from a time long lost from you. You hurry forward to find a

small forest nymph dancing boldly on a low tree branch. You reach for her

but find she is too quick. Rather than scare her off, you begin

to dance fervently and forget why you have come. You

only know her name is Leslie, and she pushes you to dance.

The King was slain, his body lain among his dying men,

But they were told ere they were cold to rise and hunt again.

For every wraith who breaks his faith must wander without cease.

And, cold, perform what he did warm, and never rest in peace.

So every night the stag betrays the love he could not keep,

And King and host desert there post to hunt and never sleep.

And so they shall betray and hunt until the day they show

That they somehow fulfill the vow they broke so long ago.