Lay of Kushta, Quartozain 49
Now one of the councilors of Moneos, Xar by name,
A fat boyar in furs and chain, sidestepped to his King
And said, My Liege, were this not ever the lies spoken by
Surface dwellers to subdue honest dwarves? Such is the fame
Of their misbegotten races, to gain by tricks the thing
Force cannot avail them, such is our power. By the sky
They swear by, and their surface god, they are come as foul thieves
Thirsting for this golden throne of your forefathers, which is yours
By right whether Geoff say yea or nay. A pit awaits
To eat these interlopers, give word. The King said, It grieves
Me to learn that such blasphemous hate among my boyars
Should dare give voice here. To the pit with you, take on their fates.
For Moneos was a pious king, despite his great wealth,
He gave credit inwardly to god and less to himself.