“Tell me of your wanderings,” my sovereign said, as I bowed before them.
“I bring gifts and I bring tidings,” I said. I gestured to the pallet of goods from the land I had recently visited.
“Have you found a worthy place?” my sovereign asked, ignoring my gifts.
I raised my head, but kept my eyes lowered. “Yes, sovereign. Worthy, but…I encountered a great challenge.”
The Sovereign is coming to our town.
We must have entertainments ready. We must have feats to display.
We must demonstrate the strength and wit and spectacle that she expects from her people.
We must do this all the more because we were not chosen for our merit. We were chosen by chance.
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The old man watched with calm interest as the troubadour began to sing his lay. The troubadour—like most troubadours—was ornately dressed, though he stood in a humble town square amidst folk who wore solid but simple garb. Continue reading