Lightly taken, lightly spoke,
Easy vows are easy broke.
'Come and ride awhile with me/'
Talasar says to Varee,
'Look, the moon is rising high,
Countless stars bestrew the sky.
Come, or all the hours are flown
It's no night to lie alone.'
This the one who lately cried
That he'd love until he died.
'Kevin, do you think me fair?'
Dera smiles, shakes back her hair.
'I have long admired you --
Come, the night is young and new
And the wind is growing cold --
I would see if you are bold -- '
Is this she who vowed till death
Talasar was life and breath?
Conies the dawn-beneath a tree
Talasar lies with Varee.
But look-who should now draw near --
Dera and her Kevin-dear
He sees her -- and she sees him --
Oh confusion! Silence grim!
Till he sighs, and shakes his head-(pregnant pause)
'Well, I guess we must be dead!'
(Leslac and Tarma)
Leslac: The Warrior and the sorceress rode into
Viden-town
For they had heard of evil there and
meant to bring it down
An overlord with iron hand who ruled his
folk with rear --
Tarma: Bartender, shut that minstrel up and bring another beer.
L: The Warrior and the sorceress went search --
ing high and low
T: That isn't true, I tell you, and I think that I
should know!
L: They meant to find the tyrant who'd betrayed
his people's trust
And bring the monster's power and pride to
tumble in the dust.
L: They searched through all the town to find and bring him to defeat.
T: Like Hell! What we were looking for was wine and bread and meat!
L: They found him in the tavern and they chal-lenged him to fight.
T: We found him holding up the bar, drunk as a pig, that night.
L: The tyrant laughed and mocked at them, with vile words and base.
T: He tripped on WarrFs tail, then took excep-tion to my face.
L: The Warrior was too wise for him; his blade
clove only air!
3T: He swung, I ducked, he lunged -- and then he tripped over a chair.
L: With but a single blow the Warrior brought
him to his doom!
T: About that time he turned around-I got him
with a broom.
L: And in a breath the deed was done! The
tyrant-lord lay dead*
T: I didn't mean for him to hit the fire iron with
his head!
L: The wife that he had kept shut up they
freed and set on high
And Viden-town beneath her hand content --
edly did lie.
T: I went to find his next-of-kin and to the girl
confess --
'Your husband wasn't much before, but now
he's rather less -- '
T: 'He was a drunken sot, and I'll be better
off,' she said.
'And while I can't admit it, I'm not sorry
that he's dead.
So here's a little something -- but you'd best
be on your way --
I'll claim it was an accident if you'll just
leave today.'
L: In triumph out of Viden-town the partners
rode again
To find another tyrant and to clean him
from his den --
The scourge of evil and the answer to a des-perate prayer!'
T: Don't you believe a word of it-I know, 'cause I was there!
(Tarma: 'Swordsworn')
