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"Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude, / Edward, Edward? / Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude, / And why sae sad gang ye, O? " / "O I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude, / Mither, mither; / O I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude, / And I had nae mair but he, O. " / - Anonymous
The Horde of sleek ships arose in the west at twilight -- gleaming slivers that reflected the dying sun as they lanced across the darkling heavens. A majestic fleet of squadrons in double-vees, groups in staggered echelon, they crossed the sky like gleaming geese, and the children of Earth came out of their whispering gardens to gape at the splendor that marched above them.