They are the only ones who desire power. I am the only one who gives it to them. Nine greedy kings with crowns so bright and swords so sharp. Nine who do not need more but long for it. Nine powerful rulers persuaded by my deception. From my tower, I can see them, but others fail to see and perceive an illusion.
Their power is ceasing. They send agonized cries into the air. They search high and they search low and smell the ring with their disciplined nose and trample the ground with black horses and never quit their pursuit. This is how they hunt.
If one were to stop the chase, they’d all wither like grass with no rain, each stepping on each other to survive. Hunt, hunt, hunt they know when I watch. They race.
When I am too disabled and too weak to continue, when I am a watchful eye fastened to my topmost tower, then it is I need the kings. When there is nothing I can do myself. Nine who search despite terrible odds. Nine who look and do nothing but look. Nine whose only reason to be is greed.