Two armies gathered, the kings and their queens Assisted by holy men and men on horses, All protected by heavy forts and lines of men, Peasants in uniform ready to seize the field And slay whomever should come in their way. The White King was confident, feeling That he could see clearly his enemy and that They were paralyzed with fear, He moved first, ordering his loyal men, Peasants one by one down the line With simple spears, ready to clear the way So that the queen herself might ride Into the heat of battle and cast a spell with the holy men, To sire a potion for victory.