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 ...inside the circle of the table,
under the holy sword,
a knight must swear he will obey
to the eternal code,
eternal as the table,
a ring bound to honour.
A knight is sworn to valor,
his heart knows only virtue,
his blade defends the helpless,
his might upholds the weak,
his word speaks only truth,
his wrath undoes the wicked.
The right can never die,
if a man still remembers him.
Words are not forgotten,
if a voice pronounce them clearly,
The Code always shines,
if a heart preserves it brightly...
The Old Code
 
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