The tree supports me, the sky above, all in the lazy haze of summer heat. To and fro the dandelions dance within the fields. Ever more I feel the drowsiness of sleep as it nips the comers of my mind while on my moss covered seat. My ears do hear a curious sound of swords, mail, and clattering shields. For on this ground there stood five armies, shouting and jeering for their claim. A king restored...