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Loyal to a fault. I
(Still waiting / Waiting, still)
"...Thus they spoke to one another. And a hound that lay there raised his head and pricked up his ears(...) now he lay neglected, his master gone, in the deep dung of mules and cattle(...)
There lay the hound, full of vermin; yet even now, when he marked his master standing near, he wagged his tail and dropped both his ears, but nearer to his master he had no longer strength to move.
He then looked aside and wiped away a tear, easily hiding from the swineherd what he did; and straightway he questioned him, and said:
“Verily it is strange that this hound lies here in the dung. He is fine of form, but I do not clearly know whether he has speed of foot to match this beauty or whether he is merely as table-dogs are, which their masters keep for show.”
To him then, the swineherd, didst thou make answer and say:
“Aye, verily this is the hound of a man that has died in a far land. If he were but in form and in action such as he was when he left him and went far away, thou wouldest soon be amazed at seeing his speed and his strength. No creature that he started in the depths of the thick wood could escape him, and in tracking too he was keen of scent.
But now he is in evil plight, and his master has perished far from his native land, and the heedless women give him no care. (...)”"