Out in small lesson age of J'nanin
I fell in love with an exiled man.
Nighttime would find me in the central tower;
Footsteps would sound and Saavedro would plan.

Drabber than dirt were the clothes he was wearing,
Filthy and ragged, and I knew it well.
Nothing could keep me from loving Saavedro,
Despite his clothes and malodorous smell.

One night a clever young stranger came in,
Clever as old Atrus, the
Culture-destroyer.
He brought paranoia
To crazy Saavedro,
The man that I loved.

So in anger I

Told the location he slept to Saavedro.
Down went his hand for the hammer he bore.
My prayer was answered. No more did his heart beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.

Just for a moment I stood there in horror.
Blood spattered everywhere gave me some doubt.
To me he turned, his eyes lit up in bloodlust.
That was when I knew I had to get out.

Out through the door of the tower I ran,
Out where he'd put the korvahkh.
I touched the panel.
I linked through the channel
Between all the ages
And didn't look back.

I left soon as I

Could from the small lesson age of J'nanin
Out to Tomahna in New Mexico.

Back in J'nanin my life would be worthless.
He'd smash me to pieces till nothing was left.
It's been so long since I've seen my Saavedro
Free from his madness and craving for death.

I bundled up and away I did link.
I must see my love once more.
Maybe tomorrow
His hammer may hit me.
Tonight I must see
The man whom I adore.

And at last here I

Am on the rocks at the top of J'nanin;
I can see the central tower below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Down off the rocks to Saavedro I go.

While I am walking I also am thinking,
Thinking about the man dead on the floor.
I realize I must end my love's madness,
I have to stop him from killing some more.

Something is terribly close for I feel
A deep burning throb in my heart.
Though I am trying
To keep going onward,
I'm getting faint and
It starts to go dark.

But my love for

Saavedro is strong and I rise where I've fallen.
He's sitting there watching me up ahead.
His eyes are fogged as he takes up his hammer;
He drives the solid rock into my head.

Sanity comes to Saavedro quite slowly.
He sees what he's done and he kneels by my side.
Aiming at his head the tool that I died by,
One little tap and Saavedro, good-bye.