Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!sdd.hp.com!math.ohio-state.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!torn!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!Freenet.carleton.ca!ae771 From: ae771@Freenet.carleton.ca (Bronwyn Boltwood) Subject: [JOI] Alarond Returns Message-ID: Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (News Administrator) Reply-To: ae771@Freenet.carleton.ca (Bronwyn Boltwood) Organization: The National Capital Freenet Date: Thu, 14 Oct 1993 11:08:02 GMT Lines: 63 Jonathan had finished his tale and everyone remained silent for a while. Then I spoke up. "I do not know about you, my friends, but this is becoming boring. What do all of you say to some music? If anybody cares to join me in my songs, they may." And I begin to sing. It's an old song, my mother taught it to me. But it is pretty. "On yonder hill there stands a maiden, Who she is I do not know, I'll go court her for her beauty; She must answer yes or no." From somewhere off in the distance, a voice answers: "Oh, no, John, no, John, no. My father was a Spanish captain, Went to sea a year ago, First he kissed me, then he left me; Bade me always answer no. Oh, no, John, no, John, no, John, no." In the soprano range. Soprano. In hopes of finding the singer with such a beautiful voice, I continue, answering the person. "Oh madam, in your face is beauty, On your lips red roses grow, Will you take me for your lover? Madam, answer yes or no." "Oh, no, John, no, John, no, John, no." The mysterious soprano answers, with the next line, continuing the dialogue. "Oh madam, since you are so cruel, And you wish to scorn me so, If I may not be your lover, Madam, will you let me go?" "Oh, no, John, no, John, no, John, no." The person must want the next verse. Who knows? I will continue. "Oh hark, I hear the Church bells ringing, Will you come and be my wife? Or, dear madam, have you settled To live single all your life?" "Oh, no, John, no, John, no, John, no....." "Well then come amongst the others then!" A creature of which I had never seen the like stepped from between the trees. About half the height of a regular human being; incredibly slender and lithe, yet looking strong and muscular; wings of sparkling tissue upon its shoulders, like a dragonfly's; wearing a tunic and cloak that left its wings free for flight, and breeches, all of russet and brown and green. Distinct and bright, yet somehow they blended into the forest. Long gold-brown hair, slightly wavy, bound at the brow by a golden circlet and pulled back with a scarf into a tail. Piercing blue-green eyes, like fine aquamarines. Strong hands, with cuffs of gold on each wrist. Amazed by this beautiful and awesome creature, I was dumbstruck. And since my lips could not form speech, I dropped to one knee and bowed. -- +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-<*>-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ | Bronwyn Boltwood ae771@freenet.carleton.ca near Ottawa Ontario Canada Me! | | The world's confusing but it holds joy too. Do your best to find the joy. | +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-<*>-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+