SLAG
Our little sister the moon. She comes to us at evenings away in the mountains of Marma. She trips over the mountains when she is young. When she is young and slender she comes and dances before us, and when she is old and unshapely she hobbles away from the hills.
AGMAR
Yet is she young again and forever nimble with youth; yet she comes dancing back. The years are not able to curb her nor to bring gray hairs to her brethren.
OORANDER
This is not wonted.
ILLANAUN
It is not in accordance with custom.
AKMOS
Prophecy hath not thought it.