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Post by yixun on Apr 3, 2012 19:05:50 GMT -5
"Fighting the Xianbei, he earned his name,
North and south, no stranger is he.
Acts of honour, deeds of good,
Shimmering steel, all of it good!
Northern saviour, he hails from the wall,
Now prowling the north, he bloodies his sword,
The blood of our enemy, it runs on the ground.
Suppressor of wrongs, he rides to our aid.
Down with the old, and in with the new!
For his people, he styled himself king,
Though no crown, he plays us the part.
Suppressor of wrong, he rides to our aid.
Down with the old, and in with the new!
He rallies his men, and leads them to war,
With words of great valor, he wins our love.
None shall stand, before the King,
King in the North and King at the Wall!
Down with the old, and in with the new!"
The singer plucked a slow, deliberate finish to her song, then lowered her lute into her lap. The audience in the tavern was divided between applause and silence, not knowing how to react to her song, stumbling over the lines of right and wrong both. Taking her goblet in hand she took a long steady draught of water. She rose and retired from the room, she met a man.
"Good work dear, here's the coin promised." He dropped a pouch, more a bag of silver into her small delicate hand, which strained to catch the load. She took it in hand and placed it in a pocket slung on her belt, "I'm glad it pleased you." "You pleased me more." He took her hand, and planted a sloppy kiss on the top of her hand. She slipped it away from him right after.
"Tell me more of this king you speak so highly of." A smile crept from under the man's thick beard. "He will soon rule the north, all I've told you already is all you need to know, sweetling." He stroked her hair, "You could meet him you know. Come back to the Wall with me." She brushed his hand from her hair uncomfortably, yet smiled, "I doubt it, you go run and play with this king of yours. I don't plan on getting caught up in no kingly business."
She turned away but he took a hold of her arm drawing her back, "I can pay you more." "I'm sure you can, being a king's man, but I don't do that sort of thing." She wrenched free and walked away, leaving him outside the main room. She reclaimed her goblet and left the tavern floor returning to her room.
She shut the door behind her as she entered, setting her lute against her bedside table, she let herself fall onto the comfort of the featherbed. Rolling over onto her back, she lay down. Four kings now. That's four too many, so much war, so much misery... She reached down to her belt and pulled out the pouch of money, ...And I can do nothing about it all. She pulled herself up onto her elbow, and emptied the contents of the pouch onto the bed.
Her eyes glistened, that's a lot of silver. She didn't bother counting it over, it was more than enough for one song, especially one that could have repercussions, but she tried not to let that bother her. There will always be someone outspoken about my craft I suppose. She scooped up the coin and put it back in it's original pouch, that she put back in the pocket she slung on her belt, she fell back on the bed.
She stretched her legs along the length of it, trying to catch the rail at the edge with her toes, but she was far to short. She let out a yawn, her back was groaning in comfort. It's only noon Xun...you shouldn't be feeling this restful. She kicked herself back up, and sat leaning forward on the bed, she curled a lock of her around one of her forefingers procrastinating. Taking up her lute once more she headed out the door, back to the tavern floor. |
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