Chapter Sixty Four
“When the women dance, and the men prance…the ball is alive with chance. Perhaps the king shall pick, a common girl full of tricks…or perhaps the princess shall lay, her eyes on a commoner from the bay…as long as the women dance, and the men prance…at the ball alive with chance…” The Captain coughed rapidly after finishing his song at a high note a third time that night. He enjoyed the tune, often requesting fiddlers to play it at balls and taverns. His mother had sung it to him when he was a boy. He had done the same for his son but unfortunately for the poor lad, the Captain’s voice was horrid. No, horrid was too merciful a world. The Captain laughed fondly at an old memory of Gamma teasing him about his ghoul-like voice. The laugh died in his mouth as recent memories resurfaced. Gamma
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