Extra training begins so quick
For the threats are now abounding
The debtor knows tricks of silence and sight
He'll teach them to his friend
With every session the debtor notes
The woman always hums
A tune to match whatever she does
He listens all the while
At one point yes, the debtor asks
What her music meant
She smirks and says it soothes her soul
Whenever danger's near
She learned it from a gypsy friend
When she was but a child
He'd sing to her to help her sleep
Before he'd passed away
Since then she'd kept the habit up
A fond old memory
The debtor greatly encourages it
In all their training sessions.
Next Week: Menace in the Slums
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