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    dots Submission Name: Eyes Of Being .... chapter 1.1dots

    Author: Glen Bowman
    ASL Info:    70 m Oz
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    Words: 658
    Class/Type: Story/Comedy
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       See journal entry "May 2015". Series of boring stories begins. I don't know whether I can keep up the fake Welsh accent, but anyway these people are supposed to be kind of Ancient British without ever a Roman Empire in their history at all, nor a Saxon invasion, nor a Norman invasion nor even an Industrial Revolution and so on. Well, if you are British you might find that quite a comical notion ....

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    dots Eyes Of Being .... chapter 1.1dots

    It was not on your world but on another oddly like it that The Favoured Isle - Dainnairfan - rested in a rough cold sea's protection and one of its inhabitants was a young apprentice called Yap, unless anybody could be bothered with his real name. He was a harper's apprentice. The itinerant harpers would sing some praise of those chieftains or kings whom they were visiting; and in the same way a bard's apprentice would be making some of his early compositions in favour of his master, or at least in hope of his master's favour. Ergo Harper's apprentice Yap was no different. He was keen and tried hard, although some folk said his eyesight was too good for a bard's. But his master's eyesight was so peculiar that he hardly noticed any difference between a body blind and one not.

    "Now hear about no unknown bard but Ergo Harper," essayed young Yap,

    "Who before he was well-known would wander on foot,
    And once walking by Agilein Lake he stopped for a wash
    Where you would call his deeds uncanny,
    You would call that day enchanted,

    Unless you knew his eyes could see more than yours can,
    Unless you understood how his ears could hear the unsaid
    And how in the lake he saw through mirrored clouds a fish,
    the world's biggest salmon,
    and heard what it did not say .... "

    Ergo kindly listened to the whole tale, although Yap's voice was breaking so that he was not the best carrier for a tune at all, even with that small harp he thought he could play.

    "That is a verse-form you have invented and it is diverging somewhat from our epical standard," Ergo then told Yap, severely. "Although we are discouraged by custom from discouraging the young composers, ken ye. Therefore I would say you might well be singing that song after your voice has come back to you, except that man, I have never heard such a porridge of prevarications in all my life!"

    "Ach, nobody knows anything about your past, master," Yap protested, cunningly. "It is a silence, look you, so that no bard could be refraining from making some music in there now could he?"

    Ergo was amused. "And indeed you are no bard boy, so that you shall be refraining from making that noise about me, since I have to inform you that silence is more to the ear. Now you go and sleep, since that is what a (ha!) a bard your age is most in need of at this time of night."

    Now I am sparing you the artistically immature prolixity of Yap's composition; yet that story he strove to sing was in fact something like one he had heard, and after this is the rest of it I will tell you - with Ergo trying perhaps a bit too hard to shrug it off for a lot of lies, do you think?

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      I am intrigued. Go on, please tell us more! I feel the need to get closer to the campfire for a story such as this...as an open fire on a spring evening is such a wonderful place to tell stories.
    | Posted on 2015-05-06 00:00:00 | by krs3332003 | [ Reply to This ]

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