Ivy lay awake in her nest thinking of the rhyme all cubs knew. Lo, beyond the River Silven The Carriage comes, the Carriage Black By shadowed steed with shadowed tack And shadowed driver driving Cub, pray the Maker let you sleep When comes the Carriage to your den Lest all your dreams be full of claws And Carriages arriving To wrest you from your berth and bower In deepest night and darkest hour Across the sea to frozen power Where the Two Paws pound you At Cage Throg across the span, A world away from kin and clan You’ll weep at how your woes began The night the shadows found you Away, beyond the River Silven, The Carriage came, the Carriage Black By shadowed steed with shadowed tack The night the Carriage found you Ivy gulped, and looked at Karma. (She always sleept so peacefully.) Ivy thought with a twinge of jealousy. (It's not fair! She gets to sleep without worrying about being the Queen one day. But that's the way the Maker made things.)
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