Here, at the bottom of the well, I gaze upward and glimpse a light; It is the light of Hope, and the Hope, she is a splendid battlemech, passing, in this instant, overhead. Should but even a drop her majesty be shed, and find it's way into the opening mouth of the well in which I reside, my entire fortunes could be reversed in a manner as incredible as it would be sublime.

Subterranean down, such a thing be all so much more than I could, at my highest of heights, ask of even so wealthy and generous a mistress as She that is Hope...

...and yet!