Cab sees herself in the plains. She is a young man. He is standing with his brother before their father. Her father gives her brother a staff which looks exactly like the one that Mary has. Cab looks at the boy's brother and listens to him speak. Both his looks and his manner of talking seem familiar...they remind her of Granddad. Their father gives the boy-who-is-Cab a sheaf of papers. On the first page is what appears to be the beginning of a poem, written in a flowery script. The poem reads:
If there were One
First made by the Weaver
If there were One
First touched by Its hand
If there were One
Next tried by Deceiver
If there were One
Thrown down upon Land
If there were Two
From Water was crafted
If there were Two
Made unlikely be
If there were Two
Deceiver would track it
If there were Two
It would often need flee
If there were Three
Found deep in the hot earth
If there were Three
All things it would make
If there were Three
Passed each to the first birth
But if there were Three
Then once granted to fake
If there were Four
Last made by Deceiver
If there were Four
In Death bound a tree
If there were Four
Would it drain the receiver
If there were Four
Till in Death it were free
Then if there were One
Who beckoned the Souls come
Then if there were One
Raised high above all
But if there were One
Who hid from the bright Sun
And if there were One
Still in fear of the Fall
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(The text appears to continue to another page, but this is all Cab can remember.)