Re: A Blackbird's Lament

[Kim.Salazar@em.doe.gov]

     Eogan has shared with us a lament of love.  Meli offers him ale, and 
     joins Deirdre, Ianthe and the assembled company by the fire:
     
[Eogan stands up from his seat, and walks up to the fire.  He warms himself 
and then turns to face those seated.]
     
     <disarming preamble and wonderful song of the blackbird snipped to 
     save space>
     
[His story now over, his song now sung, Eogan returns to his seat, and nurses 
his mug]
     
  M:  [Meli asks the potboy for the pitcher, and offers Eogan a 
  M:  topping-off, then puts the pitcher back and pulls out her 
  M:  embroidery.]
     
  M:  Mind if I join you all?  There's just enough light to see by .... :-)
     
     Ianthe replies:
     
     You may be able to sew, but I'm a sucker for a sad song, and I'm blinking 
     the tears back lest they fall on my silk work.  
     
     Well done, Eogan.  This song may be old to Meli, but it's new to me.
     
     
     -Ianthe                                   kim.salazar@em.doe.gov