Wunjo, knew.. not where he would go,
went past the Great Flood's flow.
and shadow-filled vales.
To find warriors, of legend,
stout and strong, and skilled
Hidden yet from his sight,
To bring back,
to hearth and home,
And come fight for his lord,
The price of this journey,
may well be his death.
But then let his name forever be known.
Wunjo plagued.. by hunger and thirst,
strode over the endless earth,
A shadow betwixt the trees.
"Oh spirits guide my eyes, through the haze of pain,
lead me through mind's lies, before I lay down..
never to rise again!"
Wunjo found.. a river lady..
"Frow.. help me!"
and he fell to the river's embrace.
Wunjo woke, .. near a gate,
His strength not by weakness claimed,
He had found Bree.
