Spy of Saruman
My eyes glint deepest black against the sky. The sun, when it does shine on me, paints me iridescent.
I see more than my master sees, for though he sees far, I see completely. He espies things far away and wonders; I see what is before me truly.
My brothers drift beside me, floating in a sort of dance, catching the rush of poisoned air on one another's wings.
I am my master's eyes, his messenger, the feathered black finger of his far-reaching hand.
I am craban, and though some hide from me, they cannot escape my black all-seeing eyes.
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