Empath's Lament

by Lord Bevan

Bevan gazes out at you all, regarding you with a cool levelled stare, his hands on his silver-strung lute. Quiet and still as the sea.

Bevan indicates his crystalline lute with a smile.

Bevan says, "Please forgive me in advance if this is not as florid nor as pretty a piece as you may be accustomed to hearing from me. This ballad, however, is not about me or my overblown reputation. It is about her, and all like her, and her tale must be told simply and without embellishments."


Bevan strikes up a soft, somber tune on the lute, slow and achingly sad ...

Bevan says, "The Empath's Lament ..."

Bevan sings:

    "A warm glow washed upon the darkened lane 
     And voices carried out into the night 
     She waited there a while, and looking down 
     At hands with scars and knowledge dearly bought"

Bevan sings:

    "Who had not found a touch of what she'd sought
     In lonely years through village, sea and town
     For service was her joy -- healing, her light
     But that was not why this dark night she came."

Bevan smiles somberly, letting the music pour into the night air, a vision perhaps awakening in your mind's eye of a rain-swept night, and a young healer standing by the door ... looking for light and warmth, and something else ...

Bevan sings:

    "Maybe here," she thought, "Oh here, at last!"
     She mused, her fingers resting on the door
     "There'll be what I've ached for all my days,
     "There are so many folk and people here!"

Bevan sings:

    "And laughter, joking, friendship and good cheer -
     Oh great and gentle goddess!" did she pray
     "Please let me be so lonely nevermore,
     "Give me a family, end my soul's long fast!"

Bevan smiles out at you all, gathered here together in song and laughter and comradeship, with friends and family and lovers about you ... and sends his voice beyond the charmed circle to those, alone, in the wind-swept darkness -

Bevan sings:

    "The healer walked inside with quiet step
     And held her satchel tight unto her breast
     She marvelled and exulted at the scene
     Of revellers -- With hope, and crossed the room -"

Bevan sings:

    "Leaving her fears behind beneath the moons
     "Empath, ho!" She saw the speaker beam
     "You're just what's needed for tomorrow's quest.
     "We leave at dawn!  So hark - do not forget!"

Bevan sings:

    "She nodded to the man, yet held her breath
     But as he turned back to his waiting friends
     She craved for yet more than a terse command
     None looked her way for more than just a glance."

Bevan sings:

    "Her heart sunk within her - In a trance,
     "This time is like the rest - I understand
     "I"ve here and always been a fool," she said,
     "They want no more from me than ward from death."

Bevan smiles mildly enough at you all, as the melody flies from his fingers ... but who can see through to a heart? Through a smile? To what loneliness may dwell within? Who can say ... ?

Bevan sings:

    "She knew too well what the next morn would bring
     The screams, the pouring blood, the pain, the fear
     She'd seen it every day her waking life
     But stronger still were vows that she had made -"

Bevan sings:

"To never, on her honor, let life fade
     To knit and heal the bodies torn by strife
     As loved by none, she slumbered with no cheer
     While the hall below with joy and song did ring -"

Bevan smiles somberly, picking with one hand as he nurses his tea -

Bevan gives his head a little shake, spilling a shock of silvering hair over his shoulder, and picks up the pace of the tune -

Bevan sings:

    "The morning dawned a fair one, and the lass
     Gathered to her party with a frown
     The leader sent her straight back to the rear
     "We've got to keep YOU safe!  Just come along"

Bevan sings:

    "We'll shout for you should anything go wrong!"
     Thus the calls that day, so cavalier
     "Heal me!" "Take this bleeder!" "Willem's down!"
     "Do you have some leaf left?" "Where's that grass?"

Bevan sings:

"Her rapier could have been sheathed, for the good
     It did in war that day against the foe
     Oh yes! that day, none of her party died
     For even in despair her skill prevailed."

Bevan sighs sadly.

Bevan sings:

    "The quest ended in triumph, and they hailed
     All their friends whom back in town they spied
     In wine they toasted every kill they'd known
     While off and to the side - forgot - she stood."

Bevan sings:

    "They gifted to her gold, and hearts' aflame
     With song and mirth they left her there alone
     To seek out war of some less deadly kind
     She stood all by herself at tavern's door."

Bevan smiles quirkily, shrugging, calmly regarding each of you in turn.

Bevan asks, "Isn't a healer's life like that, after all? No rest, little thanks -- well, maybe a tip now and then, or a dollop of mana. When was the last time we did something truly lovely for those who keep us alive?"

Bevan smiles slightly, shrugging again, and murmurs "For some of us, when was the first?" before continuing -

Bevan shrugs.

Bevan sings:

    "She knew that if the chance came by once more
     To join for questing with those folk she'd find
     She'd pray that next time she might find a home -"

Bevan smiles wistfully, cupping the strings of the lute to silence, gazing steadily at you all, a certain question in his eyes -

Bevan recites:

    "And once -"

Bevan recites:

    "Just once -"

Bevan sings:

"They'd ask of her her name."

Bevan sighs softly.

Bevan bows.

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