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Written for B2MEM 2015 in response to a prompt posted by MyBlueRose. The Lay of Strider I was a Ranger, and to Bree was I newly come. No one there knew where I was from. Of my parts they could make no sum. * I was a cipher to which no answer could be put. I’d no horse, had come on foot. Of evil Men was I in pursuit. * They did not like me. To them I represented great danger. No time had they for the stranger who’d come to Bree in the guise of a Ranger. * They sensed me a puzzle, for I would answer not their questions. They gave me conflicting directions and most uncomfortable suggestions. * I found the Men I sought in the bar room at the Pony. One tossed o’erhead a single stone he had stolen last night from Estelconi. * Ah, but they knew me, knew they truly must distract me. One threw a knife hoping t’would impact me whilst the others merely sought to trap me. * They sought to flee me. In the bar they sowed confusion, and with a confederate’s collusion they tried to fool me with illusion. * They slipped out of the inn, and in a storage shed lay hidden. But still I came on them unbidden; ’twas their bodies’ stink undid them! * One still thought to flee, and like a coney he raced all through town! But afoot I chased him, and he found that in the end I still ran him down. * A young girl squealed with glee, and said, “He’s caught them like a spider! I’ve never seen such a strider!” Had I ridden I’d now be “Rider.”
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