Bards - A story

[Katitcha at aol.com]

A Tale of Katitcha
Here I doth sit upon mine bench in thought
Mine heart is both full of joy and sorrow for I have just been given largess 
for mine    performance amongst bards.
Alas I am hoping for another to be summoned and heart made glad for he 
deserves it     more than I.
Then what ho doth I hear mine name upon the lips of Thy Majesties Herald.
Surely not I for I am not worthy of any praise. I have done nothing that 
anyone should   take notice of.
I rise and am guided by mine true friend toward their Majesties thrones.
Yet here have I arrived somehow, I find myself trying to loose the knot of  
apprehension within me.
I kneel in a strange presence and feel the nights breeze whisper soothingly 
in mine     ears.
The Heralds words echo the Grant of Arms to me from their Majesties. Surely 
not.    Did I hear this properly.
Slowly I am bid rise by them and turned toward my peers. The King declares 
here is     Lady Katitcha
The fear of unknowing hath given way to hearts delight and merriment.
But who am I to enjoy such, My thoughts do turn again to another who deserves 
this    more than I.
I slowly walk back to mine seat and doth speak a wish softly amongst hizzas 
of  mine household.
Then I hear the name of that wish come forth. Oh what happiness have I.
Ahh how fortunate am I. I have been granted three gifts this night and my 
heart is    glad.
Now with glad heart and smiling face do I eat mine feast with mine house.
This night is grand and may it live always in mine thoughts and heart.

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