on traveling magi

From far in the west came some wise-men to see just what we were up to in high-mountain Grig. They stayed for 4 fortnights and wrote down our tales they toured our country each marsh meadow vale they lay down with women and spoke with them too and introduced teachings both ancient and new. When rumors of discord did reach our ears the sages they set off to confront their fears that what they'd left behind had been broken down by wild men beholden to nary a crown. A year did then pass and then one year-long more when once again magi did knock on our doors to tell of destruction and heartbreak and woe to ask us for shelter from wild beast and snow. We brought them in kindly and fixed them a feast of goose-meat and bread made without using yeast and asked them for news of the first who had come then wept upon hearing what to them'd been done. All tried as heretics by a new-crowned king they had been first stripped of their fine finger-rings then thrown into dungeons deep dark dank and droll where sickness and hunger did take a harsh toll. Not one of them made it not one did survive to see the new king drawn and quartered alive and schools for such learning as they did once teach spring up from the ashes and extend its reach. There are here some streets named after those sages that we still use now after so many ages and they are B'althazar Me'elkuur and Kaspahr in honor of wise-men who once traveled far.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥