Хобовакан (из романа "Древо скрелингов", 2003)
Сказания об Альбиносе

Ask me not my name or nation,
Ask me not my past or station,
But stay and listen to my story
Listen to my music calling
How I saw my path unrolling,
How I dreamed my dream of patience,
Dreamed now all might work together
Make their laws and peace together
Make their lodges one great cover,
And a mighty people fashion
Who win walk and seek with passion
Seek the justice of the mountains
Seek the wisdom of the forests
Seek the vision of the deserts
Then bring all this learning home.
Then we light the redstone peace pipe,
Pass the pipe that makes the peace talk,
Lets us speak of valorous virtue.
Pass the red bowled, smoking spirit
Declaim our noble deeds and dreams.
Let speakers see themselves in others,
Let listeners listen to their brothers,
Listen to sisters and their mothers,
To the dwellers in the forest
And the spirits of the sky.
Our tales are strong and live forever
Tales of luck and skill and cunning
When the White Hare she came running,
When the cackling Crow was flying,
When me Great Black Bear was charging,
When in War we faced our foes.
Speak to all, for all are brothers,
Speak of deeds and dreams of valor,
Breathe the smoke that soothes the soul.