"Ushar conquers sunrises" [Sparse instrumentation begins from almost silence, soft bone flute and infrequent deep hide drum beat] [Ushar: male lithe baritone, young, resolute, confident, a tinge of arrogance] Ever first for rising, my dun precedes the first lights dim. umber - usher - Ushar, who hails the sun, bids it follow him. Alone I am, who still holds fast to, this line of many already test proven fores, Who saw in me promise and assured of my mettle, passed on to me. Our reclamation upon my shoulders, these strong unshurking rests. Others balk at duty, they miss the plot, coward minds unfit to digest, the price of being. So near now to drawing up our line, to silence even vain and cunning doubters. They shall see the strength of kresh stalk, so well rooted, who eats the sun with not fear nor shame, who shoots up the faster and stronger for it. Who meets the threat of dissolution without flinching, knowing test master has already deemed us worthy. Perhaps the others still need more proving? I mark the height of heaped high wall, Before first crack of lazy dawn, I will stand atop. Gaze down and see what the day keeps from our seers and planners. Achieve-ment to those who do, not tarry, Rest well you green year meager, still know you rest by work of better's nature. [Music lifts louder as Ushar begins his trek up the side of the Crater Hill] These feet are fleet, my purpose set well to its heading where the path gives way eroding, I am already past, it is for the next one to find their own path, strength lies in adaptation, no question what the body will not answer, planning, patience, worry, are void-thought conceiving, A thing well crafted serves its purpose, preparation derived by its forging. [Musical Interlude 6 bars] [Music becomes calm and pensive as Ushar reaches the peak] Ah, where are you little torchbug? Fearful to rise to my sight yet? A moment, or more? Ay, there you seem, and what will you show me? of traps set in darkness, that I might plot course through, challenge I'll answer to, I see it that fog hangs over. Good trick, what enhances the rite, The better for silencing distraction, will keep attention close. Boethiah favors us, a worthy test and tutor for our way. Fear not, brothers dawn and dew, I return with others soon. [Outro music runs for 6 bars] [Music reaches a rhythmic march and resolution as Ushar returns to camp] [Tribal pomp and cheers, morning bells]
