(Think: a troubadour with lute, steady rhythm, rising heroic refrain)
**“Hear now the tale of the Fox in the night,
A shadow of justice, a rider in flight.
From Sherwood’s deep silence to court’s golden flame,
He battles a tyrant who curses his name.
Blake de Clare, the knight who would not die,
Who rose from the grave ’neath a star‑burning sky.
His lady imprisoned, his honour betrayed,
He rides for rebellion the Marshal has made.
Oh gather, good people, and lend us your ear,
For the Fox walks the moonlight when danger draws near.
A mask in the darkness, a vow in his chest—
This is the Night Fox… the legend begins its quest.”**
(Lute flourish, drums rising, fade into narration.)