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 Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 1:01 pm
Ganon comfortably rested against a tree out in a field north of Eyris. His hands had been properly bandaged, and gauze was wrapped around the fingers of his left hand, but even so he was quietly playing his guitar, occasionally wincing as a note stung his wounds. He was alone, his eye closed as he played, serenely aware of his surroundings simply from the way his guitar sounded. The birds were quiet in the tree above him; they were listening intently.
Off in the distance, dark clouds growled and rumbled, but the wind was blowing them away, and here the sun shone brightly. A pecan dropped from a branch above him, and he caught it with his tail, then dropped it into a little sack he'd brought with him. He could sell them to bakers later, and a bard never says no to an extra dollar.
His fingers twitched painfully, striking a sour chord, and he took a long, slow breath before beginning to play through the pain again. The only way to recover is to keep working at it!
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 4:21 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... It took her nearly half an hour to rouse from her forced period of unconsciousness- her face ached like she couldn't believe, and breathing through her nose was nigh impossible for how much her nasal passages swelled from the damage. Though it wasn't really visible from the outside (save for the redness), the pain was more than evident for the dancer, and the sharp ache cause by merely opening her eyes had her curling up on the floor slightly, groaning from the sheer effort of preventing a scream and forcing her to remain relatively still as she listened through her pain. The house was silent- eerily so- there wasn't even the sound of a flapping wing or a hearty laugh to break its spell throughout the house.
Even though she took several minutes to sit up, her face still aching severely from the blow and her head still reeling from what felt like a minor concussion, Teifi pulled herself together and made her way slowly out of the room, her balance shaky. She needed to find someone- anyone- but as she lurched from room to room, the pain in her face far eclipsing the pain in her still lame ankle, Teifi's eyes widened with each room that she passed.
It couldn't be.
Her family was gone.
She knew Amelia would be gone- run away like the traitor she was- but the rest of her family? What could she possibly have done to have deserved the sudden abandonment? Even the treacherous one among their number was gone- sad that she would look for that person now, considering how much the two heroes secretly despised one another- and the dancer felt her heart thrum painfully against her chest as a thin cry was stifled by utter fear. When the silence became too much to bear, Teifi flew down the stairs, not even realizing that her wind magic had strengthened when both of her feet seemed to hover above the steps on the way down.
She had to find them. If they had abandoned her, she needed someone- anyone!
Unable to bear the feeling of total desolation, the Fleetfoot made her way outside, her wind magic rustling the grass loudly as she made her way out into the fields away from the house- if FEFGA's home was empty, so be it. It was no home for her. It was an area they had stolen, an area full of bad memories of desolation and betrayal; she had no desire to return.
Only the sound of music guided her lost soul to a lone tree- her eyes were closed in a failed attempt to just block out the world around her, but she knew even then who had played the music that soothed her soul enough to bring her out of her family's stronghold.
Her hair an ember in the fields of green, she would be easy to spot among the blades of grass that were perturbed by her feet.۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 4:37 pm
Ganon unsheathed his claws carefully, picking at the strings with the tips. The rustle in the grass wove its way into his song as he raised his head, opening his eye. "Fleetfoot," he murmured, tail flicking upward to gesture to her to approach. "I'm pleased to see you up and about. I would hate to think I... truly harmed such a legend as yourself." A smile spread on his face as he shifted to give her room under the shady tree, moving into the sunny part himself. Where the sun caught his scales, he shone, and in places almost glittered.
"Come, sit," he called, picking at the strings a bit more and crossing his legs. "Your legs must be tired... are you... are you well?" he murmured as she approached, looking up curiously at her face. "I have some water, if you need it," he added, lifting a flask with his tail.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 4:55 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... "Ah, it's..." Teifi looked to the emerald-scaled man with a brief look of surprise, followed by a suddenly sober expression of acceptance. Acknowledging his offer to approach with a nod, she cautiously moved towards him, her sash still in hand but not terribly ready to use (she didn't want to lose her leg support if she could help it) as she took the seat beside him. At the very least, he was chivalrous, and that was more than quite a few did, in this time.
"Ganon, a pleasure to hear that you able to play again." Her voice carried no sarcasm, but a sense of gratitude that was weighed down seriously by the underlying sobriety that cooled her soul and emotions. Though she felt slightly more at ease from the music's flitting by her ears, the Fleetfoot found herself nevertheless unable to truly relax. Too much had happened, recently. Too many claims made, too many possessions and ties lost.
"Where have you gone, since last we met?" She looked for a moment to the mansion on the hill, then closed her eyes and dipped her head again. Looking to the flask, she took it gently from his tail, sipping some of the refreshingly cool water from it before putting it down again.
"...I regret our fight. Was that your house that my kindred claimed, Bard Firenight?"۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 5:07 pm
Ganon sighed. "I am... trying to play. I fear that I injured my hands rather badly in our fight, and recovery is going slowly." He smiled, quietly plucking out a tune; his fingers will still too painful to properly strum. "Ah... a friend helped me make my way to Eyris. My... house, so to speak, is being used as a street barricade, there. So I came out here to practice." He smiled. "The house you are in is FEF's... secondary headquarters, sort of. That is, the guild with which you are in conflict. And since the riot has locked them out of Eyris castle, well..." He shook his head. "There is a rumor that FEF is attacking you, and that you have returned to defeat the Dark God again."
He turned and raised a brow, then flexed his fingers and glared at them. "Mmph, that burns..." And he brought them back to the neck of his guitar and pressed them down, strumming once more.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 6:11 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... "Here, let me see..." Despite fresh wounds, Teifi nevertheless stopped his emerald-scaled hand as he strummed the guitar and stared at the wounds she'd given him. Though she had no salve, she poured a small bit of the water he'd given her onto the wounds, hoping to at least stave the pain while she thought of a potential substitute. However, all thoughts of that soon flew out the window as she heard the words he spoke.
She flinched as if struck.
So those were what lies had been spun. Those were the lies that everyone believed. Balling her first and leaning back against the tree's rough bark, Teifi let out a sigh, her eyes closed and her face an unreadable mask- too many contradictions ran across her features. Pain, anguish, regret, anger, and nostalgia mixed and mash all in a matter of a single split second, then were gone in an instant. Her lips moved of their own accord, and she pointed once to his instrument, her thin finger not even recoiling against the magic of his music.
"Ganon Firenight, kindred spirit of the Muses, hear my words. To you alone I will speak the words of what truly happened those fateful nights, all those many years ago. Hearken my words, serpentine weaver of magic, and do not forget what I am about to tell you this day. For this is the truth of this so-called 'Hero' of lore."
Taking a deep breath, Teifi readied to speak, letting the wind's whispers die down before the words revealed themselves slowly. She made sure to speak clearly, lest something be lost again to the ebb and flow of time.
"Once, a long time ago, I hailed from the land of Tellius. Two sisters and a brother had I, two young ones to cared for. Through them I learned the joy of motherhood, willing to do all to keep them smiling." Her eyes still closed, the woman's subconscious mind whipped up another small wind spell, the faces of three giggling children with rounded cheeks and curly hair looking straight at Ganon's golden eye. Almost as if they were truly laughing, their faces shook, but their voices were eerily nonexistent.
"I danced for them in the street to earn coin, working magic to buy their bread before I struck a man by fate's whim; then a vagabond, wounded by the guards, I lost the ability to bear children by infection's bite." Curling her legs up close to her body, she continued to speak- at first her voice was slightly muffled, but it was soon remedied as she looked up again.
"When death was surely coming to me, and justice taking course, a goddess appeared before me. She promised me a family, promised me what was rightfully denied me, in exchange for my promise to slay the Dark God that had stolen power from the gods of old." Again, another figure was conjured from her thoughts- a swan that flew through the sky, carrying the silhouette of a human through the air and dropping it among the figures of eight other people.
"She gave me my family- my beloved family that you call 'Heroes'. And yet, the goddess told us nothing about this 'dark god'. An apparition came before us and challenged us to slay his many followers- a village of shamans that filled a valley between here and the peak of those mountains." Looking up to the mountains near where the members of FEF were currently encamped, the dancer closed her eyes again, leaning back while still holding her legs close to her.
"Not all of us believed him. While some of my family wished to go into combat immediately, I did not believe the dark god's words and wished to stay behind. Nevertheless... we went into combat. We slayed them all, like a pack of wolves would tear apart a nest of baby rabbits- they were practitioners of dark magic, yes, but lacked the power we expected."
There was then a stagnant pause as she gathered her thoughts- the apparitions continued to dance with her magic, with the few figures of beast and man alike rushing through a mass of wind magic, only to escape unharmed. The figures of the shamans disappeared altogether, melting into nothingness, leaving what sounded like a reedy wail in the breeze.
"Then we found out. They were innocent. All of them, innocent. We'd become murderers in a land we were supposed to save!" Biting her lip harshly until it bled, the dancer hissed her words out until she ended her statement. The wind magic illustrated a woman shrinking back when a hooded figure laughed at her, then collapsing to her knees. A winged man looked as if he attempted to assuage her, but she did not move.
"I couldn't take it. I left. I came to save, to nurture, not murder. But it was not the last I saw of him." Again, the faces of the children appeared- however, there was nothing to illustrate their eyes. Just the same laughing faces, the same smiles, the same expression... but eyeless. Soulless. Monsters in their own right.
"...I did not slay the dark god."
The wind gave a sharp shriek as the grins turned feral and the wind-children turned their demonic fangs towards Ganon, appearing to leap out and strike for his throat before disappearing at the last possible second, a whispering laugh following their departure.
"I was slain by his hand."۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 6:59 pm
Ganon closed his eye as she sat, then opened it again quizzically as she began her story. Only to him? She was entrusting such a tale to a man who, well... nearly killed her? He took a breath in sharply at her display of magic, and found himself unconsciously playing on his guitar the laughter of the children before his eyes.
Much of this story, he had heard, at least by parts. He had known she was Crimean, and somehow scarred, but to hear so much more...! To be the only one alive with the true knowledge...
Was sickening. He felt a pit forming in his stomach as the heroes about whom he told tales were brought down around him. The terrible echoes of the past, the destruction they had wrought... insanity! He dared not believe it, and yet...
And yet here was Teifi the Fleetfoot, telling him the story herself. Ganon unconsciously picked out a tune as she told him the tale, then sighed. "You know I can never... ever tell this to anyone, Teifi? People... they need heroes. They need to believe in you." He shook his head slowly, finally setting down his guitar.
"I... I'm so sorry, Teifi," he murmured. What else was there to say? "I've told your story so many times... and I will tell the same one again. I can never pass on what you have told me." He closed his eye again and leaned back against the tree. "I must bear it alone."
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 8:06 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... His words were sobering, but carried with it some sort of wisdom that she couldn't deny- regardless, there was something vaguely painful about being told, 'Guess what? I can't tell this, 'cause it'd just be an embarrassment.' Stiffening at the unsaid disapproval, Teifi could not help but speak.
"...And so the world will go on, believing in lies. Believing in things we could not do. Truly, what heroes we are, inspiring false courage and hope in all!" Throwing back her head and laughing in a truly bitter manner that belied her true mental fragility- a slow, deliberate laugh that invited no interruptions and spoke volumes about her true feelings- Teifi turned towards the bard with that twisted smile still on her face. A hand went up then, cradling the flesh of his cheek ever so slightly. His smooth scales felt cool beneath her warmer flesh, and she looked into his one golden eye with blue ones that could not hide her faltering sanity.
"Ganon, Ganon... you are so cruel to me!" Moving herself closer to him, the dancer felt no pain from her ankle (dragging herself by her knees rather than her feet did wonders) as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His skin felt frighteningly cold, and still she held him- she made no moves that signified an overly amorous interest, merely holding him close and nuzzling against his neck.
"...You're just like her. She spoke me that same way- that girl, Amelia. Polite, kind... but still traitorous. Stay with me, bard!" Squeezing him tighter against her, her mystical sash still wrapped around her waist, Teifi refused to let him go.
"She left me. She ran. But you won't, will you? Come back with me. Be the son I never had. Don't abandon me, like she did! Please. I would love you forever..." ۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 9:13 pm
Ganon smiled. "Lies make the world go 'round," he chuckled, in hopes that he could diffuse the creepy atmosphere to her own laughter, and then... she was sort of on him and in his lap. Startled, the reptile leaned back and squirmed. "T-Teifi?" His brow rose slowly as she beseeched him, and he squirmed a little as she begged him to stay.
"Teifi, I... I'm..." He was aghast. Was she asking for his love? His devotion? He wasn't looking for a relationship, certainly not with a woman so unstable as this dancer appeared to be! And he only--
Her son. His eye widened as everything became clear, and gently he took her upper arms in his claws, carefully prying her off of himself and pushing her back. "Teifi... I am older than you. But I suppose that after Castello... that means nothing. Not to you. Teifi, I have a mother. She lives on Tokka, with my twenty brothers and sisters, and my farther Jinta. And I apologize, but... you are a human, Teifi. And you are from an age long gone. I fear you are confused and afraid..." He shook his head, slowly standing up. "Come, stop this nonsense, Fleetfoot. Return to your comrades, and... and compose yourself. Please. Control yourself!" He stepped back as she continued to follow him, pulling his tail out of reach.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 11:48 am
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... "Older...? Age is but a number, dear." Though his claws still pricked her skin slightly- as reptile claws were wont to do- she didn't mind. However, it was the fact that he had grabbed her arms and was forcing her to move away that she didn't understand! For a few moments, her eyes had a careful curiosity to them; there had to be a reason for his actions, and like a good mother, she'd figure out his respective quirks and figure out why he was doing such a thing.
However, that quickly changed with his denial of her.
Anything left within her seemed to break. First Amelia, then her entire family leaving her, and now the only person left that she knew in this world was spurning her, too? Why? Why? It made no sense!
Her body trembling slightly, Teifi narrowed her eyes and slapped his hand away when he continued to touch her. There was a fury in her eyes that she at first considered not giving voice to- but what kind of parent would she be if she snapped without reason? No, no, her prodigal son needed to know why he was being punished, why he was being yelled at! Of course! Otherwise... there would be know way for him to learn from his mistakes!
"You have a mother. She's standing right here." Grasping the Briseschal between her hands and channeling her primal magic through it again, the end of the normally soft sash suddenly went straight out and stiffened- with a quick snap of her wrist, the ends seemed to split, flowering into several hooks attached to a single root base. The rest of the sash remained as it normally was, remaining supple and flexible to make the best out of her newly formed weapon.
"I will control you before then. You will return with me. You will not leave me!"
And with that, she threw the head of the Kawanaga around, aiming to hook the reptile by his feet or massive tail. She was in no shape to run nor dance- it would have to do.۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 12:02 pm
Ganon was fortunately already moving back when her weapon began to form, but he was still momentarily shocked at the sight of the splitting, stiffening hooks at the end of her scarf. His tail darted just out of the way of her first attack, whipping up to his back, and a split second later his violin and bow were held in his claws. He didn't have time to tune, and didn't bother. The bow touched the strings and played for just a moment... but he wouldn't be able to fight that way! Already, his fingers burned and stung from the vibrating strings.
The hairs began to split away from his bow as each string snapped free from the base of his instrument, curling up to the neck and flapping wildly, coiling themselves into a strong, sturdy, long chain.
The hair from his bow reached out, twining and winding together, and wove themselves into the wires while his instrument shifted, changing its shape, creating a long, heavy weight at the end of his chain.
At last, out of the end of his bow, a long, razor-sharp bladed sprouted, and he took the handle in his left hand, holding onto the coiled chain and spinning the weight. "Teifi," he pleaded, "You must stop this! Control yourself, I don't want to fight you again!"
Always, he gave his foes a second chance. The weight spun around him, ready to block or strike as soon as an opening was made.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 12:23 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... While she didn't feel the satisfying feeling of the hooks catching against flesh (it would have reminded her so much of what she wished to do to that treacherous dark god, after all!), it wasn't long before she was able to whip it back to her, using its momentum to swing the makeshift kawanaga over her head. Upon hearing his words, she merely laughed again, swinging the hook once towards his head before letting it swoop back into her hand.
"Then come with me! Come with me- I have nothing left! What else is there, but solitude and death? Come at me, if you will not be with me!" Feeling the muscles in her arm strain as she widened the arc of the swirling blade to magnify its centrifugal force, Teifi let out that laugh again that he heard earlier- though broken apart in places where she had to breathe to keep her muscles working, all of that bitterness seethed and boiled in her voice again.
He made no move to strike her, initially- she took advantage of it.
Sympathy invited death. Empathy was untouchable, for a scarce few had traveled the fields of insanity like she had. The lines of love, loss, and sanity had blended together into a chaotic mess that threatened to embroil both combatants as desperation only augmented her madness.
"You will not leave me again!" At that, she threw the kawanaga's hooking blades at his arm, grinning but once as it gained purchase in those emerald scales...۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 12:36 pm
Ganon ducked and weaved around her attacks, waiting for an opening to cast out the weighted chain, whipping it around quickly at his side. When his left arm was caught suddenly, he dropped the bladed handle of his weapon. Thinking quickly, before it dropped to the ground, he whipped his right arm up and swung the chain over his head, pulling the blade up to rest against his chest as he braced himself against her pull.
The pain as the hooked tips of the scarf's grapple dug through scale and flesh was excruciating, and he gritted his sharp teeth so hard he began to bleed. But it was the perfect opportunity... His right arm whipped around and released, watching the weight fly, and then he grabbed it again, letting the weapon's momentum carry it around and wrap around Teifi's left leg. The chain was taut and secure... and he suddenly twisted his left arm, grabbing onto Brisecschal.
He had one chance. One chance to grab her, perhaps to bring her back to sanity. With a grip on his chain and her weapon, the powerful reptilian bard put his weight into one pull, and moved forward as she was dragged right off her feet, thrown forward by the immensity of her adversary's strength.
He ran forward to meet her half-way, throwing his arms around her back, holding her tight, forcing her to drop her weapon and holding her tightly to his chest. "Teifi," he sighed. "I do not want to hurt you. Please," he murmured, "You must calm down. If there is no... no other way to avoid this fight..." He closed his eye and at last gave in, settling one claw on her lower back.
"Then I will do as you wish..." He waited for her to say something, to respond in any way at all.
Something thick and warm ran over his fingers... She was breathing so raggedly. Slowly, his bright eye opened, and he looked down over her shoulder.
His blade, the blade of his kusarigama, was protruding from her back, soaked in her blood as it ran down over his claw. It had been resting against his chest... and he had pulled her onto it.
His claws tightened a bit around her. "T-Teifi," he whispered. "I... I didn't... it..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 12:53 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... She didn't even fully realize what was happening- all she knew that satisfaction was cut off by sheer horror as the weight struck against the back of her leg, making it buckle as she was forced forward by the powerful pull against her legs and her own weapon. For that one moment, she truly felt as if nothing existed but that feeling of weightlessness as she moved through the air...
The pain.
The moment she felt contact, it was not with skin, but with steel. With a shuddering gasp, Teifi felt the blade pierce her chest, tearing through flesh and bone alike to punch through her ribs. His power was never anything to underestimate, given his large frame... and here he was, all but throwing her weight onto the blade with all of his strength and skewering her against his body.
At first, the agony didn't seem real- just a rush of extreme heat that made her feel shocked and made her really question whether it truly happened. As she tried to speak, however, the pain truly reached out, setting her nerves ablaze with the unspeakable agony and making her words nothing more than a wordless mewl as she heard his purred words. Ganon's unspoken threat against her back meant nothing, when a blade was thrust through her entire body.
Her breathing did not get any more even, her voice no more pained- but as she tried up into that golden eye, she felt her skin and muscle tear with even more damage as she feebly raised her arms to hold him. There was no strength with which to truly embrace him- just the limpest possible motion, one he would barely feel against him. Wet tears fell from eyes that were lucid for the first time since her meeting with the small blonde girl who changed history's hero for the worse, and she found that nothing would keep her body from shaking with the quiet sobs of terror and agony.
"Ganon, I... oh, goddess. What have I done?"
Dropping the Briseschal and letting him hold it, Teifi's tears continued to drip onto his bloody torso as she whispered her final words. Shock was taking its final toll- she would not last the hour, even if she was seen to by the best of priests. Her heart would not last.
"...I loved them all. My family, my beloveds. I will love them always..."۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly_fading... ۞
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 1:05 pm
Tears lightly dropped from his scaly cheek onto her bronzed skin as Ganon lifted her up-- she was so light!-- and carried her back, once more, to the shady pecan tree. "I... Teifi, I'm so sorry," he cried softly, sitting down and helping her to lay in the shade of the tree.
It was a beautiful day. The kind of day when children frolic in the fields and their parents sit and watch them from the shade of a tree. He propped her up, afraid to take the blade out of her, lest she die on the spot. Her blood was on his claws, literally and figuratively. He made no move to wash them or wipe them clean, for his claws would never be free of the blood they had spilled. Slowly, he lifted his guitar into his lap and began to play a soft, quiet, sad song.
For Teifi, he would play one last song, to herald her into the next life. Perhaps the spell was broken, and she was at least free. He didn't know. He wasn't even sure she was captive.
But he played. He played his soul and his sorrow.
And he sang.
Eli, the barrow boy
Of the old town
Sells coal and marigold,
And he cries out
All down the day.
Below the tamaracks
He is crying,
'Corn cobs and candlewax
For the buying'
All down the day.
'Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe!
Made of gold and silk Estarcian thread!
But she is dead and gone, and lying in a pine grove!
And I must push my barrow all the day.'
He turned his head as he played, looking down at the dancer. He hoped that was a smile. He could still see her chest rise and fall, albeit raggedly, and he quieted his music, leaning down close to her, to let her speak one last time.
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