'As expected a silver hare , now where are you son of our moon ' he thought still following the trail set by his former master , as they would always chant 'The communist threat was all but a lie to buy us time , now that you are out is time to put it in motion ' so here he found himself away from his room , from all his sharp edged and barbed friends , sent on a hunt 'Sent to hunt some moonkin while they fall into the embrace of our queen , the mistress always rewards the old and crippled with her searing touch ' the thoughts rang in his brains while the path erupted in front of his eyes , the trail bringing him to the the monument of stone and of power, the the castle like in in front of his eyes 'Lets see now where is our furred brother ' his footsteps leading towards the entrance .