Dane and the Werewolf

Codex Entry – Books and Songs
Entry Number 206

Installation: Base Installation

Let me sing of heroes and honor lost and found, /Of monsters and men in all forms,/Of Dane, hunter without peer,/Feared by the forests of Ferelden,/Who one autumn morn spied/A hart of pure white in beam of warmest sun,/A prize for huntsman’s spear. / Through the greenwood they ran, hart and hunter /Bringing the stag to spear at last in long-forgotten grove,/Heedless that the chase had waked a hunger in the golden wood, /A werewolf, a creature with mind of man, /Lured by the hunt and come forth to lay claim/To the hart as rightful tribute/Drawn by the scent of cooling blood. / In the silence the two hunters held./Dane, spear-armed against the wolf with all his brood,/Knew with sinking heart he was lost/Steeled for the winding roads of the Fade/Then the beast spoke, human-like in voice,/”You have taken this stag from my woods and my pack/But nothing comes without a cost.” / The wolf pack circled, ever closer, and he/Who felled boars and bears with his bright blade/Knew fear. They spoke his name in roars /Like gravestones, offering a beast’s bargain./”Die here, huntsman, alone/And forgotten, or take my place amongst the wolves/As I take your place amongst man.” / Thus was a bargain struck,/And Dane the wolf pack served in wolfen form,/And the werewolf to his family sped, as Dane,/One year and a day all told./But some things cannot be repent,/Some coinage cannot be unspent,/When hearts are wagered, a fissure rent. / –From the saga Dane and the Werewolf, as recorded by the minstrel Uccam, 4:85 Black

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