Kneeling by the tent, I speak in my own tongue. Sleeves and silks in hand, I dance for my lord. The lively bu…
Kneeling by the tent, I speak in my own tongue. Sleeves and silks in hand, I dance for my lord.
The lively business at Revelry Hall has drawn jealous eyes from Bloodscale Hall. Local folk songs and street ballads have birthed a fresh kind of stardom. And one performer rose to fame above the rest.
But where is this celebrated figure now?