A.N: Whee! Garion, take a bow. Now it's time to go backwards in time (urgh. Horrible, horrible sentence phrasing), to a tragedy that everyone knows, and Asturians love. (It was either this song, or "I'll Let You Go". But c'mon...Andrew Lloyd Webber rocks!)
Don?t Cry for Me, Dear Polgara by Ontrose
The Asturians were coming. Vo Wacune would be drenched in blood ere the night was o'er, and the women and children must needs be gone. The women did wail (and the author's tongue did tangle) as they bid farewell to their menfolk. For it may be on the morrow that the wife might meet the husband's dead, glassed eyes.
Major bummer.
It was in a quiet garden, off to the side of the Wacite ducal palace, that such an exchange did take place. The Lady Polgara, the snow-white lock gleaming at her brow, stood under a cherry tree with her hands clasped to the sides. The paramount knight of the Wacites, Sir Ontrose was approaching her. Sad and mournful was his gaze, so grievous a message he had for her. Were a lone bystander to chance upon their meeting, the emotion brimming in their pain-filled eyes would cause him to weep. Silly, romantic sod.
Ontrose looked at the woman he had come to love, and sighed. Sighing was a national pastime, after all. With one gesture, he signaled the Wacite musicians following nearly everyone important around (they were, appropriately enough, entitled 'Ye Eddings Bards of Vo Wacune'). The music started, on cue.It won't be easy
It shall be pain
When I try to explain thou should leave
That I might not e'er see
Thine grey eyes again
Thou might not let me
All thou shall see
Is the man that thou love
Riding with his duke to certain death
His soul joining blue skies above
He took one more step towards Polgara, and then stopped. His lady was examining one of the roses, and accidentally pricked her finger on a thorn. With a foul curse, she started sucking on her finger to staunch the flow of blood.
Ah, she was never more regal to him.
Doubts raced through him like the swift flow of rapids. Did he have the mettle to go through with it? Did he? DID HE?
Well, of course he did. He wasn't 'paramount knight of the Wacites' for nothing. He continued musing.
I must not let her stop me;
She'll have to leave
Cannot let her stay here when the war
Will occur any moment,
With those curst Astur dogs
So I'll choose farewell
Bid her goodbye and ne'er see her again
She must not see Vo Wacune fall
Else it would rend her heart in two
He told her the sorrowful news. Tears fell like rain from her face, and the...well, tears fell like rain from her face. You think it's easy coming up with stupid high-style laments, all thee-ing and thou-ing and whatnot paramount stuff? DO YOU?
Oh, right. Solemnity. Back to Elizabethan English.
So saltwater spilled from the fair lady's eyes, and desperately she begged for her dear love to reflect, to alter his decision. He took her in his arms, looked deeply into her eyes, and spake:
Don't cry for me, dear Polgara
The truth is I'll never quit thee
All through thine wild days
Thine long existence
I be beside thee
There be no difference
He sang more, of course...about several hundred verses in the same vein; telling her not to fret, that her love for her grew ever stronger, that though he may ride to his death their love would endure. The music of the omnipresent musicians waned ever so slightly, and some even took leave to perform an Irish jig for the Eternal Man. It was then that the current duke of Vo Wacune called the stalwart knight to arms. The remnants of the Bards gratefully did pluck the final strings of the song.
Hath I spake too much?
There's naught more I can ponder to say to thee
Yet all thou must needs do
Is gaze at me to know
That every word is true
And so, it was that the paramount knight of the Arends rode off to his final battle. The readers didn't care that much. They liked Kamion better.
Replies:
Magen-k: Thanks. Will do.
G.I.R13: I love that aspect of Ce'Nedra's and Garion's relationship. They're so cute together. :D
Ara Kane: 'Musta, kababayan! Are you anyone I know? I have a few suspicions. Anyway, the reason it isn't chronological is because I simply don't have enough songs cooked up yet (For instance, I have a song which explains the very first EVENT, but I doubt many know "Catch a Falling Star"). Maybe I'll rearrange it someday.
JaDeR: Wow. Let me know what your aunt thinks about it. :D
Kellykelley: thank you.
Nae'blis: Urgh. Torak and Mandorellen? Give the guy a break, one devastating love triangle is enough for him. If I were to slash Torak, I'd have to choose...hah. Maybe Zedar. 'Course, that'll be a pretty dark and distrurbing relationship. I shudder at the thought of the depravity.
Bobby-Beebop: Someone's hyper. :D Actually, I do believe that everyone sells Garion short. I mean, that guy has to have enough wit to balance Ce'Nedra. I heart Garion...sigh.
Finally, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed once more, and those who took the time to read this. I appreciate feedback (good or bad--the bad part will probably make me feel bad, but hey, you can't be a decent writer without growth), so please review!
Coming up next is an interlude...surprise guest, people!
The Asturians were coming. Vo Wacune would be drenched in blood ere the night was o'er, and the women and children must needs be gone. The women did wail (and the author's tongue did tangle) as they bid farewell to their menfolk. For it may be on the morrow that the wife might meet the husband's dead, glassed eyes.
Major bummer.
It was in a quiet garden, off to the side of the Wacite ducal palace, that such an exchange did take place. The Lady Polgara, the snow-white lock gleaming at her brow, stood under a cherry tree with her hands clasped to the sides. The paramount knight of the Wacites, Sir Ontrose was approaching her. Sad and mournful was his gaze, so grievous a message he had for her. Were a lone bystander to chance upon their meeting, the emotion brimming in their pain-filled eyes would cause him to weep. Silly, romantic sod.
Ontrose looked at the woman he had come to love, and sighed. Sighing was a national pastime, after all. With one gesture, he signaled the Wacite musicians following nearly everyone important around (they were, appropriately enough, entitled 'Ye Eddings Bards of Vo Wacune'). The music started, on cue.
It shall be pain
When I try to explain thou should leave
That I might not e'er see
Thine grey eyes again
Thou might not let me
All thou shall see
Is the man that thou love
Riding with his duke to certain death
His soul joining blue skies above
He took one more step towards Polgara, and then stopped. His lady was examining one of the roses, and accidentally pricked her finger on a thorn. With a foul curse, she started sucking on her finger to staunch the flow of blood.
Ah, she was never more regal to him.
Doubts raced through him like the swift flow of rapids. Did he have the mettle to go through with it? Did he? DID HE?
Well, of course he did. He wasn't 'paramount knight of the Wacites' for nothing. He continued musing.
She'll have to leave
Cannot let her stay here when the war
Will occur any moment,
With those curst Astur dogs
So I'll choose farewell
Bid her goodbye and ne'er see her again
She must not see Vo Wacune fall
Else it would rend her heart in two
He told her the sorrowful news. Tears fell like rain from her face, and the...well, tears fell like rain from her face. You think it's easy coming up with stupid high-style laments, all thee-ing and thou-ing and whatnot paramount stuff? DO YOU?
Oh, right. Solemnity. Back to Elizabethan English.
So saltwater spilled from the fair lady's eyes, and desperately she begged for her dear love to reflect, to alter his decision. He took her in his arms, looked deeply into her eyes, and spake:
The truth is I'll never quit thee
All through thine wild days
Thine long existence
I be beside thee
There be no difference
He sang more, of course...about several hundred verses in the same vein; telling her not to fret, that her love for her grew ever stronger, that though he may ride to his death their love would endure. The music of the omnipresent musicians waned ever so slightly, and some even took leave to perform an Irish jig for the Eternal Man. It was then that the current duke of Vo Wacune called the stalwart knight to arms. The remnants of the Bards gratefully did pluck the final strings of the song.
Hath I spake too much?
There's naught more I can ponder to say to thee
Yet all thou must needs do
Is gaze at me to know
That every word is true
And so, it was that the paramount knight of the Arends rode off to his final battle. The readers didn't care that much. They liked Kamion better.
Replies:
Magen-k: Thanks. Will do.
G.I.R13: I love that aspect of Ce'Nedra's and Garion's relationship. They're so cute together. :D
Ara Kane: 'Musta, kababayan! Are you anyone I know? I have a few suspicions. Anyway, the reason it isn't chronological is because I simply don't have enough songs cooked up yet (For instance, I have a song which explains the very first EVENT, but I doubt many know "Catch a Falling Star"). Maybe I'll rearrange it someday.
JaDeR: Wow. Let me know what your aunt thinks about it. :D
Kellykelley: thank you.
Nae'blis: Urgh. Torak and Mandorellen? Give the guy a break, one devastating love triangle is enough for him. If I were to slash Torak, I'd have to choose...hah. Maybe Zedar. 'Course, that'll be a pretty dark and distrurbing relationship. I shudder at the thought of the depravity.
Bobby-Beebop: Someone's hyper. :D Actually, I do believe that everyone sells Garion short. I mean, that guy has to have enough wit to balance Ce'Nedra. I heart Garion...sigh.
Finally, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed once more, and those who took the time to read this. I appreciate feedback (good or bad--the bad part will probably make me feel bad, but hey, you can't be a decent writer without growth), so please review!
Coming up next is an interlude...surprise guest, people!