To look at the past brings pain,
even without salt in my eyes.
Such seasoning is that of kings,
and I, a mere knight,
cannot afford to linger.

I have learned to gallop
and I’ve begun to travel beyond
origin�s realm and into unknown
kingdoms.

Vast changes dwell here,
and I learn
to live
despite myself.

Four days ago I entered
a forest
called “Accommodo”
after leaving a castle where I dwelt
too long.

I am questing,
seeking to complete
the journey
to the conclusion.

“Specula,” I say.

My horse softly nuzzles its nose
into my hands and finds oats.

Minutes later, we continue.