And be one traveler, long I stood

[Nex Ut Fidelis]

Posted daringly on the side of the Temple of Lochwar is a short poem, written in red ink.

Two roads diverged from yellow brick
And sorry I could not walk the third
And be myself, I made a trick
And wrote one down to every word
To make the lines of distance blurred.

So I took them all, each as fair
As the sights to which they led;
And while I did, did nobody care:
They were too busy reading what I had said
To know my fate and I had fled.

And all that morning brought to mind
Were sore feat and a weary back
But I left that two-way choice behind
For roads are only ill-thought lines
Whereupon bright souls turn black.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two paths diverged from the road and I,
I rejected the truth and lie,
And that has made all the difference.

[Balamor Lansmor]

admitant Beldor Volic walks up and takes down the note ad reads it then looks around and walk inside the temple.

he takes the note to a secretary of well note and asks him what he should do as there wasno sign of the culprit.