Perhaps one day when this war is gone,
From the Duchy of Kildare
The Duke will greet the day's new dawn
And the Baron won't be sorry.
"Land of Tzi!" cried the linguist bard,
And speaking high and muffled,
He spoke Kildar'an; it was hard
So he was very troubled.
The pact fell through! Cuz the peace-makings
Could not bring the Duke to give in
His word, he knew, was like to a King's:
To it one must always listen,
He said "No spell or magic tree,
Shall let you take what's mine from me,
Kildare's here for the pure and the free,
And after all, I'm Duke, you see."

"Lords and Ladies. Dear nobles of Kildare and other Duchies. We are gathered here to celebrate my retirement and to crown my dear and rebellious friend, Andreas the Wise. It's time for change, change we believe in! That's why I appointed him as next Dutch of Kildare. He will bring us prosperious times of success. Yes we can!"
The crowd began to applaud. Then, it was time. The doors of the chamber opened and Andreas the Wise came in. He walked slow through the gangway, passing the nobles, in the direction of Jonas. Loud music began to play.
Andreas reached the throne, while draging a long cape behind him.
"Please sit down, My Lord," said Jonas respectful, "We were waiting for you."

