Thelm Gold-Handed, fingers greasy, jeweled rings with glitter shone, Took in tribes in times of trouble, fed them fat to weaken bone. Warriors great and great in number, sun-kissed swords to fight his wars, Drake-scaled shirts their bodies covered, heart-wine stained the salty shores. Told his tribes a tale of treasure, over sea to north it gleamed, Whispered words to drive the droves to golden city where he dreamed. Counseled quick in dreams alone, Voices wiser man ignores, Pushed the tribes until they screamed, Heed the dreams and cross the Waking.