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Author's Note: This was a writing assignment I had to do. I had to write a lay: a short, narrative poem recounting the deeds of a hero. So I thought Hey, C. S. Lewis mentioned a lay in the Horse and His Boy, but he never wrote it. I guess I'll do it for him. So I did, and here it is. Hope you enjoy it!
("The Horse And His Boy", chapter 15)
Silence was made and the King's poet with two fiddlers stepped out into the middle of the circle. Cor and Aravis prepared themselves to be bored, for the only poetry they knew was the Calormene kind…but at the very first scrape of the fiddles a rocket seemed to go up inside their heads, and the poet sang the great old lay of Fair Olvin…
Sit and
listen, Archenlanders
Hear
me, if you may
I sing
of deeds of valor and pride
A
two-headed giant, a beautiful bride
And a
knight's victorious day
Fair
Olvin was a learned knight
And
skilled on the battlefield
His
sword was long, his lance was keen
His
shining helm afar was seen
And the
Lion was on his shield
Lady
Liln was pure of heart
Gentle
and slender and fair
Her
soul was kind, her spirit was free
With
eyes as deep and blue as the sea
And a
river of golden hair
Olvin
and Liln gave each other their love
A
treasure that no one could take
Tender
as starlight, stronger than death
More
precious than riches or living breath
A bond
that no one could break
In
order to win his lady's hand
On a
journey he did go
Sir
Olvin set out on a perilous quest
He took
his sword and journeyed west
To face
his deadliest foe:
A
two-headed monster; part giant, part troll
Few
could escape his hand
His
face was fearful to behold
His
menacing footsteps like thunder, rolled
And
echoed across the land
He knew
that Pire could not be killed
By
lance or sword alone
But if
his heart was pierced by light
His
trollish part would lose its might
And
flesh would turn to stone
So
Olvin took out a precious jar
Of
water from the Eastern Sea
He
bathed his sword in the liquid light
And
drank the rest so he could fight
With
strength and bravery
He
searched the mountains high and low
And
found the giant Pire
He
called him out and set the chase
Scaling
up the mountain's face
Climbing
ever higher
And on
the mountain-top he stood
To
match the giant's height
His
bright sword glittered and shone in the sun
He
swore that the hand of his lady be won
And
they fought for a day and a night
As the
second day came, our hero grew weary
Unsure
of how long he could last
But as
golden sunlight spilled through the skies
The
brightness blinded Pire's eyes
And
Olvin took his chance
He
plunged his sword in the giant's breast
And as
the blade went home
It
pierced his soul like a poisoned dart
The
liquid light shot into his heart
And
turned him into stone
And to
this day the giant still stands
With a
double-headed peak
Weather-beaten
by winds and rain
With
cruel cliffs and stony terrain
Mount
Pire stands in defeat
Sir
Olvin returned victorious
For the
sake of the love he'd fought for
He won
the Lady Liln for his bride
And
their joy and happiness did abide
Forever
and evermore
…and when it was over, they wished it was going to begin again.
Author's Note: This poem was interesting to write, because I had to figure out how Olvin turned Pire into stone. I didn't want him to use the same "technology" the White Witch used, so I thought Hmmm...trolls are giantish, and they turn into stone when the sunlight touches them; what if the Giant Pire was part troll? So that's how it happened, and there it is! Sorry if the last verse sounds a little weak; I was running out of ideas towards the end. If you don't get the whole thing about the "liquid light", make like a Narnia-geek and look for it in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, chapter 15, where Reepicheep discovers "drinkable light". Anywayz...please read and review! Thanks!