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What is and what t'aint. by Jonas

Merit for November 2008

I went to Magnagora
With the gold that I’d accrued;
I met a shaggy Igasho,
And he said, “Taint to you.”

“T’aint what?!” I spat, in ignorance,
“Taint springtime, or t’aint fall?
I don’t see why you tell me, ‘t’aint,’
Because there’s no point at all.”

The igasho looked down at me,
An eyebrow he did raise.
He fell and worshipped at my feet,
And sang bardworthy praise.

“My lord,” he roared,
“Your wisdom
Is far beyond your years!”
A viscanti then entered;
The igasho rose in fear.
“Who is this faeling you call lord?
Your song doth hurt mine ears.”

“Viscanti,” cried the igasho,
“This little winged one
Does know the nature of the Taint!
Hear him, and do not shun!”

The viscanti then turned an ear
Towards my faeling visage
And said, “All right, then I will hear
This forestral’s hodgepodge.”

I raised an eyebrow quizzically;
These city folk were strange.
But nevertheless, I sought to share
What little I had learned.

“I still know not what is or ain’t,
Nor what it is or what it t’aint,
All I know is that there is
No point in saying what things ain’t.”

The viscanti’s golden eyes grew wide
And his limbs began to shake.
“The faeling speaks the truest truth!”
He cried, in a voice that did quake.

I left the city at that time,
Having spent not a single coin
My pack made quite a loudish noise
Laden down with gifts as it was

It seems the city folk up north
Had a liking for my words.

I had a salute, a hero's fete,
Two concubines, an aethermanse,
A bard who only plays in thirds,
Another who sings all in fourths,
A personal guard (which I refused)
And the sound of Ur'Guards' steel feet
Follows me in the distant north
Devoted to protecting me
Although I still don't understand
What they think is, what they think t'aint
So I go back to Night's dark land
And Crow's darkened embrace.

I don't know what a Warlord does
But I know I am he.

I haven't a clue
What an Archmage should do
Whatever 'tis, it's up to me.

I really don't want any of this,
I just want to go home and rest

For my day in Magnagora
Has been my most harrowing test.