Welcome back, gang. The song that Zuvowang sings is taken from Twelfth Night, just a bit more of me bringing my love of Shakespeare into my fan fictions. Enjoy.
Melancholy and Madness
Zuvowang held up a lyre. In his youth he had been quite the musician and the singer! Perhaps he still had the gift. He started to play the lyre. He hadn't lost his touch. Now to test the other!
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
But that's all one, our song is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
Zuvowang grinned. He still had it! While there was clapping from those around him, melancholy Dalv just groaned.
"Something wrong, chum?" Dalv turned his head to look at Zuvowang.
"Why did you have to sing a happy song like that?" Zuvowang laughed heartily. Dalv raised an eyebrow.
"I sang a melancholy song for you, my friend!" Zuvowang started to fiddle with the lyre. "Perhaps I should sing a happy song… 'A Lover and his Lass' perhaps?" Dalv placed his hands over his ears and shook his head. There was laughing from all present. Zuvowang put down the lyre and walked over to Dalv. "Come now, Dalv, I was only joking! With all your melancholiness-"
"Melancholiness, isn't a word!"
"-I wonder if you've ever been married! I've been married three times and I've ended up out living all three of them."
"I'm a widower!"
"Well, to be in mourning for so long for ones as long-lived as we is madness, be happy!" Dalv shook his head and walked off. Zuvowang shrugged and walked over to the lyre. He picked it up and smiled. "Now then, any recommendations?"
"How about the person you think is my brother isn't my brother because my brother is dead." Everyone turned as Balor, Kat, Kit and Snarf walked up to the group. Barghest had gone back to sleeping next to the statue of Antaeus and Gruadh had left the group.
"I don't know that one but I'll give it a shot!" Zuvowang laughed at his own joke. No one else did. "I must have been vengeful for too long, I've lost my sense of humor!" Gard didn't say anything. He just starred at Balor with a skeptical look on his face. Lion-O, however, wasn't so skeptical.
"The Hunter seemed shocked when he saw Ruari, why don't you ask him?" Lion's comment caused the skeptical look on Gard's face to vanish.
"He will not." Only a few people looked at him. "No relative of mine will go to that monster for information and besides, Baor, you're confused! That is Ruari!" Gard looked aside and muttered to himself. "It has to be." He couldn't lose another family member, he couldn't. He couldn't lose a family member if he hadn't even found one in the first place. That was twisted. Gard finally noticed Balor running off. Gard stood up and walked over to Lion-O. "Did you just tell him where the Hunter is imprisoned?" Lion-O nodded. "Why?"
"Just trust him." Gard glared at Lion-O. He shook his head and walked in the direction Balor had gone.