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Portfolio Entries from Insolent Lad

  1. I. The Song of the Sword

    The first is from THE SONG OF THE SWORD, a ‘courtly’ poem from the young diplomat Jobareth Nafal: IN LOVE’S SERVICE Though oft I wear Love’s livery, No mistress of mine shall she be. Of Love’s bonds I will be free To sup on life and have my fill, To take my pleasures where I will; I’ll remain my own man still. So if Love’s praises I may sing, Know that my words mean not a thing; They are birds that take to wing. They bear sweet songs to whom they might, And, leaving naught to mark their...
  2. II. The Shadow of Asak

    In THE SHADOW OF ASAK, the bard Guesare sings a silly song about Donzalo to entertain a group of children: Donzalo’s deeds are all the talk, I hear he did wondrous things; He took old Asak’s dogs for a walk And clipped the Rupa’s wings! Donzalo’s deeds are wise and just, And widely sung by the bards; They say he is a man to trust, Who never cheats at cards! Donzalo’s deeds make maidens swoon And villains shake with fear; He often visits the man in the moon, Just to bring the old fellow a...
  3. III. The Sign of the Arrow

    A short bit of song that the minstrel Guesare repeats to himself in THE SIGN OF THE ARROW: Travelers all, we wear the dust of yesterday. The rain will fall at last, and gently wash away each fragment of the past, the long road’s clinging clay. Travelers all, we fare yet upon our way. A funeral prayer and response: As an arrow flies my soul, into darkness, into night; none whom I have left behind sees the ending of its flight. Flies to Kamat, ever watchful, waiting in the realm of light....
  4. IV. The Hand of the Sorcerer

    In THE HAND OF THE SORCERER, Prince Modareth reads a piece from Jobareth’s second book of poetry: What bow has set me to this futile flight, Has sent me arcing to your armored heart? Dare I trace the journey of that dart To some willful archer of the night, Some jokester god who, laughing, took his aim At a mark no man might penetrate, Leaving me to curse both love and fate? No, I will myself take all the blame And know I was a fool, as are men all, For we choose to fly and, spent, must...
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