They sit at the round table and do not look at one another.
The fire is warm but it does not help.
Someone laughs too loudly.
Someone else watches the laugh.
In the morning there was trust.
By night it is a thin thing,
like frost on the grass outside the castle.
They speak of loyalty as if it were solid.
It is not. It moves in the dark.
A faithful man swears he is faithful.
A traitor swears it too.
