Toll the Hounds - Part 134
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Part 134

A bard sits, head bowed, and in a short time he will say thank you thank you. But for now he must remain silent, and as for the other things he would say, they are between him and Kruppe and none other. Fisher sits, head bowed. While an Elder G.o.d weeps.

The tale is spun. Spun out.

Dance by limb, dance by word. Witness!