**Scene 117 – "Land of the Knights / Land of the First Riddle (و)"**
Another battle under its banner…
It will continue until its call…
…until **my** call
Victory, victory / victory, victory / victory, victory
Victory, victory
— To the rhythm of these phrases that ignite enthusiasm, the knights face a raging, savage sea storm. The waves rise above their ships like mountains. This is not strange at all.
What is truly strange, however, is that **the Spirit of the Waves** speaks to them in anger.
It says:
"O knights… will you break my pride and pass?
You dream of that—you are delusional.
Do you think the sea accepts humiliation of its pride?"
— But **(Potamot)**, whose name means *"Tongue of the Sea"*—and truly a name that fits—saved the knights from the wrath of the Sea Spirit. He assumed the warriors' salute and addressed it, saying:
"Certainly, we do not dare…
For you are the sea, and we do not aspire to break your pride.
Rather, we ask for your mercy so that we may reach our dreams and goals.
We are but passers upon your surface,
Reflecting upon the greatness of your Creator,
Your loftiness, and the grandeur of your secrets."
— The Spirit of the Sea laughed with great pride and carried the knights' ships to the shore of a new region, and said:
"Good luck, O knights."
Commander **Deep Sage** said:
"My deepest thanks to you, O one of depth and secrets, O one of towering pride."
Then he said:
"O knights… forward!"
— The knights shouted at the top of their voices, chanting together:
"We live and advance in life…
We die, and our achievements remain."
— Then Commander Deep Sage noticed Commander Potamot, who was gazing at the sea and smiling.
Deep Sage:
"Potamot… it is still too early to smile.
We are still at the beginning of the path to solve the riddle and free the Land of the Knights."
Potamot:
"That is not the reason for my smile… it is the sea, my friend."
Deep Sage:
"The sea? Did it tell you a joke or something?"
Potamot:
"The sea has two shores…
On one shore stands someone praising:
'O sea, how wonderful, how radiant!'
And on the other shore, a drowning man screams:
'O cursed sea, I am still young—how terrifying, how dreadful!'"
— Deep Sage smiled and said:
"You are right… and now let us go. There is no time to waste."
**Narrator:**
A new region upon whose shores the knights' ships have anchored…
So what challenge lies ahead?
And thus we depart the Land of the Knights to the same melody with which we were welcomed at the beginning…
Another battle under its banner…
It will continue until its call…
Until my call
Victory, victory / victory, victory / victory, victory
Victory, victory
Believe me, you will not enjoy these melodies if you read them coldly,
without imagining the powerful, passionate voice of the singer shaking your hearts.