"In my trial, five years ago, they said that on Zughrusu in the month
of Vaslar in Panark I killed three wizards", Rotemdol tells Banjo
quietly, "Turned out I really did kill them, and the bodyguards, but I
got out as they were interfering with my mind and more important with
Legion business. I don't remember much from that time but I am certain
that this would have ringed a bell. Do you remember if something like
that happened then?".
"Remember", Banjo whispers, "I wasn't actually there. I didn't see
what happened. Nobody did, there were no witnesses. Are you sure you
really *did* kill them all yourself? Or did somebody else kill them
and try to pin the blame on you? The story I heard told that the
forensic wizard found no trace of your aura on the knife".
Rotemdol approaches Ayras Ni, the man responsible for booking acts in
the tavern, and asks them if they should not get the band playing
again.
"Music is good at a time like this", Rotemdol says.
"They suddenly stopped in the middle of a song", Ayras replies, "And
everyone felt as if they'd seen a ghost". He pauses. "You seem worst
of the lot; looks like something's really scared you. You could do
with a drink, if you ask me. Have one on the house".
Ayras wanders over to the band, and persuades the singers and
musicians, who are still standing around looking dazed, to start up
again. They're reluctant at first, but one the singers, a big round
woman, starts singing in a high, clear voice. The other singers and
the percussionists join in.
The song is eerily haunting, and fits the mood of the evening. It's
the story of a brave warrior lamenting the death of his lover, before
dying from the wounds he suffered in trying to defend her, and the
pair finally reuniting in the next life.
--
Tim Hall
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