Kid Euclid, I acknowledge,
Thy bountiful accolades,
But all things considered,
I must squelch this thy praise.

My Oaths are to the Kingdom,
Require strict attention,
To be valiant and loyal,
To serve is my intention.

I serve not for praise,
Vain glory, it soon fades,
A haughty mind corrupts,
Makes one unfit for Crusades.

I admire this thy boldness,
To seek noble profession,
If thy motives be pure,
Ye may be in contention.

Yet I caution thee son of Cobbler,
Glorious this life may seem,
It is filled full of hardships,
Not likely found in your dreams.

A Knights life is often lonely,
The battles try thy nerve,
Thou must stand unwavering,
In the face of death, thou doth serve.


An apprentice tasks are tedious,
The amour for to bear,
Must summons up raw courage,
Honors badge to wear.

'Cause of thy willing nature,
I'll consider thine request,
Great sacrifice wilt thou make,
To serve me in mine Quest.

I'll return my answer in a fortnight, Euclid, son of Cobbler.

Euclid, I've reconsidered,
'Cause of thy tenacity,
Thou hast pledged thy self well,
T'will lead to thy sagacity!

An honorable profession,
Thou seekest this day,
Commit to thy course,
And turn not away.

You'll be in for a penny,
And in for a pound,
Where you are needed,
Is where you'll be found.

As a chosen apprentice,
Your mettle wilt be tested,
Tried by the fire,
For this life you've requested.

Thy character will be forged,
By thy service and deeds,
Of loyalty and honor,
Learning the Knights' creeds.

Come join me young Euclid,
By my side you will stand,
This day ends thy childhood,
Step this way to become a man.