Bri Posted January 6, 2005 Share Posted January 6, 2005 OOC: This one is for another quiz that appeared at the Attic. It will be incorporated into In Sheep's Clothing at some point. The song was one that made the rounds at the local Ren Fair. IC: Ã¢â‚¬Å“What is the name of this festival?Ã¢â‚¬Â Delainy asked, her eyes darting furtively back and forth among the throng of boisterous throng of people, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Greengrass,Ã¢â‚¬Â replied a pleasant voice to the werewolfÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s right, a voice that sent a reassuring thrill down her spine. Ã¢â‚¬Å“VeryÃ¢â‚¬Â¦descriptive,Ã¢â‚¬Â Delainy dryly said, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Are there always this many people Nalia?Ã¢â‚¬Â The werewolf felt a slight hand press gently on the crook of her elbow, and slowly dragged her out from among the crowd. Ã¢â‚¬Å“There are usually more,Ã¢â‚¬Â explained NaliaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s warm mezzo, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Given the troubles weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve had as of late, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m just glad to see this many people taking part.Ã¢â‚¬Â NaliaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s gaze settled on her friend, and saw a tinge of green in her friendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cheeksÃ¢â‚¬Â¦and the redness of her eyes. Ã¢â‚¬Å“WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wrong Delainy?Ã¢â‚¬Â asked Nalia, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Did someone slip you some whiskey again?Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Gods, I hope notÃ¢â‚¬Â muttered Nalia, quickly looking for the quickest route away from the celebrating multitude. The nobleÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s urgency was quickened as she remembered the veritable deluge of blood unleashed by the drunken werewolf when someone thought it would make Delainy moreÃ¢â‚¬Â¦amenableÃ¢â‚¬Â¦for a roll in the hay if she was drunk. I had to burn the robesÃ¢â‚¬Â¦I never did get all the blood out thought Nalia, suddenly seeing a parting of the crowd. Ã¢â‚¬Å“This way,Ã¢â‚¬Â she cried, her hand locked on the werewolfÃ¢â‚¬â„¢sÃ¢â‚¬Â¦only to be brought up short as Delainy refused to move. Ã¢â‚¬Å“IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not drunk,Ã¢â‚¬Â growled Delainy, Ã¢â‚¬Å“ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s just all these people andÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“What about these people?Ã¢â‚¬Â interrupted Nalia, Ã¢â‚¬Å“DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell me there are too many. I saw you make your way through Athkatla.Ã¢â‚¬Â Delainy sighed, Ã¢â‚¬Å“May I finish? ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s all these people and the flowers they are wearing. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s causing hell on my senses. In the woods, it wouldnÃ¢â‚¬Ëœt bother meÃ¢â‚¬Â¦the breeze would carry their smell away. HereÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Nalia looked guiltily down at her tunic, the garland of flowers a riot of color on the eyes. It contained almost every flower she knew, such as purple foxglove, white daisies, yellow daffodils, orange chrysanthemums, and purple violets, most of whom had been grown indoors specially for the celebration. Ã¢â‚¬Å“It is traditionalÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Nalia said quietly, regretfully fingering the garland the youngest page had presented to her. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I know,Ã¢â‚¬Â said Delainy, Ã¢â‚¬Å“So, why did you drag me out here? I was planning on going for a good runÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Nalia pointed toward a small circle of people laughing and clapping, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I know how you like to hear new songs and storiesÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Ã¢â‚¬Å“Songs?Ã¢â‚¬Â Delainy whined eagerly, the werewolfÃ¢â‚¬Ëœs enthusiasm overcoming the affects of the blooms, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Why didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you say soÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â Nalia started to chuckle as she could picture DelainyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s tail wagging at the treat, then the sound died in her throat as the image clashed with the morals she professed. Ã¢â‚¬Å“ArenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t you coming?Ã¢â‚¬Â asked Delainy. Nalia shook her head, Ã¢â‚¬Å“I have other business to attend to. I will see you this eveningÃ¢â‚¬Â¦enjoy.Ã¢â‚¬Â Nalia reluctantly turned around, as she heard the troubadour start to sing: Ã¢â‚¬Å“Come gather all ye fellows And lift a cup to memory Of a common working fellow Much the same as you and me He was a simple goose-herd A poor but happy working man When the King's guard came to see him And gather taxes in this land When the guards came calling The goose-herd said he'd try to pay But he hadn't any money To send off in the usual way So he went out to his goose-pens To choose the finest in his herd And he told the waiting guardsmen He'd like to give the King the bird The captain's face was livid Ã¢â‚¬ËœYou cannot speak so of the kingÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ So they took him to the Baron To have Peer explain the thing But the goose-herd was determined He was a man true to his word Ã¢â‚¬ËœIf I cannot pay in money Then I shall give the King the birdÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ Oh the Baron took to shouting Ã¢â‚¬ËœA court of nobles should convene To keep this peasant quiet And keep such rabble from our kingÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ So they gathered all the peerage But still the man would not be swerved Ã¢â‚¬ËœIf I cannot pay may taxes Then I should give the King the birdÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ They were ready for a lynching When in the King's own herald came He cried out he had the answer Keep silence in the King's own name He approached the goose-herd kindly Ã¢â‚¬ËœYou see you poorly chose your words It is not the proper etiquette To try to give the King the birdÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ Then the goose-herd seemed to brighten As if a light came to his head Ã¢â‚¬ËœIf I cannot give the king the bird I'll give the queen a goose insteadÃ¢â‚¬â„¢Ã¢â‚¬Â Link to comment
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