A Bard’s Tale (Excerpt 12/8/18)
The pixies all moved around as Bayard gave them orders, waving his scepter, and shouting things. I watched as a small cauldron was dragged from one of the mounds and water was added to it. A handful of other pixies flew around and sprinkled or dropped various ingredients into the cauldron while a fire was lit beneath it.
“Hold on, Fey-with-no-name,” Bayard said, “We are almost done.”
“He has a name, m’lord,” Peter piped, “He called himself Sealbhach.”
“Stop!” Bayard bellowed, nearly as loud as I had previously. “You know your true name now? Who told you?”
My exhaustion was getting the better of me now, I could hardly focus. I tried to answer but all that came out of my mouth was a series of unintelligible mutters. I couldn’t form the words any longer to plead with him to keep me awake.
“We won’t be helping him after all, he is too far gone,” Bayard announced as I fell backwards, crushing another four houses. “See that he is-“
The darkness crashed over me and I woke to Tevarin shaking me violently.
“Neil! Wake up!” she yelled as she shook me. Her normal mask of indifference had given way to a look of fear.
“I’m awake!” I said, touching her hand. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s getting late and Bore wants you downstairs to perform. You need to get dressed,” she said, “Cade’s been trying to wake you up for more than an hour.”
“Sorry,” I said, “I was-“
Tevarin eyed me closely when I stopped, “You were what?”
“I was dreaming a really nice dream,” I said thinking back to Coali in the sunlight, breathing heavily beneath me.
“Enough of the chatter, get up and get dressed,” Tevarin said, “I’ll see you downstairs in ten minutes or I’ll come up with a club.”
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