They neared a gypsy caravan
In a moonlit glade
She saw their need and out
she ran
And soon the Smith was laid
In a little cot within
For the pain, herbal gin
As Eryn, gentle as a maid
Eased the bolt from his
shoulder blade
Soon the invalid was
sleeping
Soothed by pungent herbs
The Bruin faithful watch was
keeping
Eryn now the Boy observes
'Upon your brow a shadow
lies
Within your heart a dread
resides
Yet I would give you remedy
So tell me all your tragedy'
The Boy recounted all the
tale
And when all was said
Wept for Eloise his love
Lying good as dead
In the cruel castle
Many leagues away
Then Eryn motioned with her
hand
For she had much to say
She shared a desperate plan
with him
And before the light of day
They returned to The Forge
And in the Prince's place he
lay
She dressed him in the
bloodied clothes
Stripped from the Bruin's
kill
When all was in its proper
place
She bid the Boy lie still
The Boy was wiry, there was
space
Within the Prince's clothes
to place
Broken fragments of the dogs
– and upon his face
Gristle grim and bloody skin
So that all who looked on
him
May believe they saw the
Prince
Dead these several hours
since
Eryn drugged the living corpse
Until the Boy was barely
breathing
Then hid herself as the
Royal Guard
Arrived, their swords
unsheathing
Finding the body of the
'Prince'
They raised their
lamentation
And wrapped it in a burial
shroud
Making preparation
For the double funeral
Of the two heirs to the
throne
And soon through all the
kingdom
The death of the Prince was
known
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