“She hasn't changed a bit,” he said cheerfully. Dandilion, aping her, sketched a parody bow. She turned on her heel and left, her trailing robe rustling. The very idea that you could be my son fills me with horror.” “Stop talking bullshit,” snorted Nenneke. “Praise be the Great Melitele and her priestesses, the springs of virtue and wisdom-” “My deepest respects, venerable mother,” he whined stupidly. The troubadour bowed exaggeratedly at the sight of Nenneke, the heron feather pinned to his hat sweeping the floor. I’m not in the mood for either his poetry or his vulgar jokes.”Ī peal of laughter and the strumming of a lute resounded in the corridor and there, on the threshold of the library, stood Dandilion in a lilac jerkin with lace cuffs, his hat askew. Forgive me, but I won't keep you company. Well, I don't know much about it, but maybe the ability to jump from touching lyricism to obscenities so easily is a talent. Surely you're not going to claim you've never heard his ballads.” There, he's coming.” She indicated with her head. As usual, he's radiant with fame, puffed up like a pig's bladder and stinking of beer. That idler, parasite and good-for-nothing, that priest of art, the bright-shining star of the ballad and love poem. “Again? Who's it this time? Duke Hereward himself?”

What's happened, Nenneke? Do you need me?” He raised his head from the coarse, yellowed pages of The History of the World by Roderick de Novembre, an interesting if controversial work which he had been studying since the previous day.

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