The Rhyme

There is an ancient rhyme, which foretells the rise of evil and the promise of salvation.

Most people are only familiar with the first five lines (and a rather naughty version including a goatherd)

One man save the realm, six shall he gather.
One hero Albion's hope, dark shall he scatter.
Long shall he search afar, while hope betide him
One man of noble birth, six men beside him.
Seven sentinels shall ride on the wind of battle.

However, it transpires (as the chronicles unfold) that there are further lines that give greater clarity to the prophecy...

Matched with The Evil One’s dark hordes of chattel
Though they may stand and fight bloodied and mountless.
No chance at all has right, ‘gainst all the countless.

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