A round of clapping began, and then boots stomping. Esmerelda looked up, brightening, and then she, too, was clapping in rhythm.
“What is this?”
“Ah, ice and cold, a history untold, a magic to unfold, this is the house that Rhosyn built,” she sang, clapping, two dozen voices from all over the kingdom joining in unison. “Oh, salt and wheat, food so sweet, all kinds of meat, this is the house that Thedyn built.”
Esmerelda clapped and clapped, urging Jesse to do the same. He picked up the rhythm well enough, but he’d never heard anything so silly.
“Young Rhosyn fell, from her mountain by spell, flew toward love and well, Thedyn surrendered, his kingdom he severed, to join raven to rook, and this is the route they took, this is the route they took, yes, this is the route they took, and thi
