Chapter 26 The Grûndén Court
Extract from ‘The Hidden Peoples’ by Solin D’Teinde.
I love thee my children
My people beneath the mountain
Each of you I treasure as a jewel
I hide thee beneath the earth
There ye shall be sheltered
But woe who would thwart thee
For I bequest to thee
An axe for an arm
Smouldering coals for thine eyes
An Oak’s thick bole for a leg
Thee shall be unmoving
Thy enemies will lay crushed
As gravel beneath thy iron sole
Chorus of ‘For the Love of Øédréll’. Grûndén (Dwarven) traditional mantra.