'Twas the night before Yeomen's and all through Tir Righ
Not a gentle was stirring, except for Rashid
His garb was all packed and documentation prepared
His bardic was good, his armour repaired.
But his mind was still frantic, had it been enough?
All the practice and flashcards and chivalry stuff.
His hands were all shaky and his vision was blurred
Was
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