Lay of Kushta, Sonnet 40
Jonachem spoke first, as was his wont, Start abroad in Bror
The dwarven kingdoms are in turmoil there, and the oil of
Imperial peacemaking should be spilt rather than blood.
Mostly physical are the chief obstacles, for the roar
Of avalanche is often heard in the passes there. For love
Of Maliva they ought embrace the Empire, which is good;
For fewer things are more stubborn than a royal dwarf.
I hope you do not mind a subterranean journey.
As a hindrance, they are as far as I know of, land-lock’d,
For Bror has no outlet to the seas, no port or deep wharf
They may be nigh indifferent to the divine tourney
That has gripp’d our Ombras coasts and our global commerce rock’d
Durkghu’s menace may not be felt keenly in the dark deep
Where Moneos king of Bror lays his crown’d head down to sleep.