An excerpt from the 6 chapters I'm working on. A human knight and an elven lady are travelling together, this is his first time to journey with her. They are taking back country trails to avoid notice by those agents of the enemy who might attack her or mark her passage.
The narrator is the human knight.
The music I hear for the song is much like the opening lines in this song, The Crone's Lullaby by Gwydion Penderwen:
I've included two endings for this scene. One leave the interpretation of what happened completely up to the reader, with just a single comment by the narrator at the end to prompt them to ponder it. The 2nd ending makes it much more overt.
Thoughts? Advice?
Thanks!!
PS. Didn't realize the editor would label each stanza of the song "Code". Ignore that!
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We forded at dawn and turned northwards. Two hours later, we approached a ridge crest paralleling the
mountains behind us. Míri dismounted and motioned for me to do so.
Her song changed from a happy riding song to a lullaby as we trudged upward towards a densely thicketed briar patch as high as my
horse’s shoulder.
Code:
“Dream ye deep, in your sleep,
Nestle feathers so deep,
Let our passing not trouble little birdies.”
Code:
“We will pass, you will thrive,
Have no fear for your lives,
We visit kin, singing too, little birdies.”
An odd song. And then I noticed a flock of
birds hidden in the thicket, carefully watching us. Not one took flight; they just observed our passing. Most strange.
We paused to get our bearings. The tree-lined ribbon alongside the King’s Road was across our path, a league distant. As we descended the ridge, I heard the birds singing, but none left their shelter. And then she sang a new song, which forestalled many a question from me.
Alternate ending, with a more detailed and overt description of what just happened:
We paused to get our bearings. The tree-lined ribbon alongside the King’s Road was across our path, a league distant. I turned back to the thicket and realized it prevented us from being silhouetted against the sky. Those on the road would be far less likely to spot us.
As we descended the ridge, I heard the birds singing, but none left their shelter. It came to me that, had those birds taken flight, they would have drawn the attention of everyone on the road ahead.
Had she enchanted the birds to remain still? Or just convinced them? Either was possible. And then she sang a new song, which forestalled many a question from me.