Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: mgcaa@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu Subject: Re: 123RoyalChambers-inn Message-ID: <1992May21.025421.9042@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu> References: <1992May20.113140.431@cs.uow.edu.au> Date: Thu, 21 May 1992 02:54:21 GMT Rowan, seated with her harp in the Royal Chambers, replies: This is not precisely a tale of adventure, but a sad legend about darkness and light. She begins: Harken, harken, to this story seldom told, and whispered low. Listen, I must tell you truly this sad tale of grief and woe. Once there was a man of fury, blackest heart and hotest flame. Marched into a peaceful village; all life trembled whence he came. Blood flowed thickly through the village. Many met their deaths that night. Screams were heard where Black Heart wandered... till a fair lass came in sight. She, the sum of light and beauty, was quite wonderous to behold. Black heart paused in his fury while his heart beat, evil and cold. Then he called her to him, and he felt himself beneath her spell. A hundred swords could never stop him, yet this lass...she held him well. The girl, she whispered to him gently, begging him to cease his task. If he wished to take her withhim, he had nought to do but ask. So the girl became the consort of the evil lord that day. Sacrificed to save her people. She could see no other way. Whenever you are plagued by darkness, And you find your way to light, Remember she who gave her soul To save the villagers that night. Rowan ends the song, and looks up, waiting.