[Morai]

Harlon heared the nearby cry. With a sprint he cartwheeled in the direction of the noise. Taking his performance, he shouted in Common Tounge:
"Greetings, I am a fool of sorts. The Lady of the Wood sent me here herself. I am Harlon, the greatest fool that ever...." His introduction was cut short. The easterling's leader grabbed his wrist. Wincing, he said:
" But wear is my lovely assistant? Bending down he checked the grass. Skara, Harlon's captor, had to bend over with him.

"Oh, where that silly creature!" Harlon pulled a dirty rag from Skara's pocket. "This yours? My, it's lovely. I think I'll sing a song about it." Tearing himself from the easterling's grip, he skipped away. Harlon started singing in elvish:

" Oh my, oh my
A peice of cloth for me,
It's so dirty, so dirty
I'll have to wash it
And dry it,
And hang it in a tree!" Dashing throught the camp he continued:
"Oh my, oh my,
Where is my assistant?
Where is that creature
In the distance?
Under this bush?
Behind this tree?
Oh well, a dirty cloth for me!"