The armies of Arta — the dwarves — halted their dwarf horses and lowered their hefty weapons and axes which were way bigger than them, although very easy for them to wield the moment they reached the camp. They all stood still waiting for orders.
"O Chilon my dear friend, the years and fading time still respects your influence over the night sky, you still do not grow old, ever the same. Alexander the white said as he drew closer to Chilon the wizard of the night and of Sparta. The minute he came close to embrace Chilon, the bees that flew continually around him stood still and buzzing without moving to the right or to the left because of the presence of Alexander the white whose atmosphere surpasses that of Chilon.
"And how possible is it that by the continuity of time you remained co
