Dim with brave knights and holy hermits, whose

Likeness and fame alike rest in some panes

Of crystal, which each rattling wind proclaims

As frail as any other life or glory.

He's gone, however.

Wer.‍Whom do you seek?

Iden.‍A villain.

Wer. Why need you come so far, then?

Iden.‍In the search

Of him who robbed the Baron.