"Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?"
~Aleister Crowley
A picture of my minstrel Shoyru and his faithful pet beekadoodle, Flit.
For all his life, this medieval musician had memorized and sung the exploits of heroes throughout the ages. Every village he went, Dalight aroused delight through his sweet voice and his talented instrument playing. True, the great heroes loved minstrels for spreading their glory, but here, Dalight had his name in other bards' books through his own adventures, winning renown even as he spread the renown of others. He was famous as a hero as he was as a minstrel.
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