Now, that night at meat was an uncomfortable one for the Lord
of Dyved, for his companions found sport in ribbing him about
the day’s proceedings upon the Fair-Mound of Arbeth.
“So, was it blows and wounds or were wonders seen today?” asked Idig Arm-Strong.
“Why, I saw a great wonder,” said Tyrnonos. “A woman of uncommon looks rode past that
hill today, only to pull away from our chase without varying her pace.”
“And there’s some who’d say, they saw no looks at all either that way or this,” said
And all the company laughed.
“And there’s others who’d say, that such a slight was no wonder at all but a blow,” said
And the company laughed louder.
And so it went…
Until even Talyssin–the-Bard stood up and sang a ribald lay about a lame buck. …
Excerpt from, Crucible of the Sun, by Stuart France