>>5337605>>5337683>>5337703>>5340071Flemish hands typed that post or at least the second part. Do not forget to pay the taille and the gabelle.
>>5339031>>5338602You told everyone.
-Let us let Bohémond sing, but first let our honored guest finish his recital. Please, continue...
Then, once Bohémond nodded and decided to search the lute that was in the vaults, you decided to tell quietly Lady Takable.
-My knight is a good musician but he can be very opinionated sometimes.
She only smiled when you answered this and you began to let her enjoy the music, the bard sung three more songs, another one about love, it was the story of an guelf lady and a human knight falling in love and making peace between their people. It was beautiful. You had seen these long lived Guelphs with pointy ears and you knew that the queen was one of them, it seemed to be a song intended to cement her rule. You remembered the beautiful daughter of the Guelph merchant during this song but quickly stopped, you were near lady Takable and even thinking about another woman seemed wrong. Once it was ended you clapped with the others and the bard decided to play a song about battle. Unfortunately it was in "elvish" with a kind of Celtic rythm and you disliked it, it looked like what a breton would do and you disliked bretons, they were not even of Frankish blood and were generally traitorous little bastards who knew nothing about war. Yes, their Duke Jean II was now a man from the house of Capet and was sympathetic, he was a crusader after all, and fought with you in Aragon. But his men were arrogant, some of them spoke French poorly, preferring their Celtic dialect and they were absolutely stubborn. When you were still a squire and followed your father during the Aragon Crusade a breton squire tried to steal one of your horses and even if you explained to him that it was your father's mount he continued to deny the truth. When you told him that bretons were too poor and inbred to buy such beautiful horses and it was why they needed to steal them and pretend that they are theirs you fought. Godefroi and a breton knight had to separate you all and the Constable himself had to tell that the horse belonged to your father to make these dogs accept that it was yours. You clapped at the end of the song and smiled to please lady Takable but it brought you bad memories. At least, the last song, who was about some dwarves who lost their mountain because of a dragon and wanted to go back here was nice. You wondered why not handicapped people let small dwarves own a mountain full of gold and had not beaten them before taking it but you supposed that the dragon was more reactive and they feared him, like peasants feared the dragon before Saint Georges came. You clapped and Beau told that the recital was finished. It was the turn of our dear Bohémond to sing something sympathetic.
