North, Miss Tesmacher. North!

S01 — Session 24

????, Sea Season

Season, Week, Day

1626, Sea Season, Harmony week Fireday to 1626, Sea Season, Fertility Week, Fireday

Dramatis Personae


As before, the log will be recounted with extracts from The Lay of Serala, Lance of the Cold Sun , The Death of Rajar, and NalaTiwrSaga. As with last time there will be extracts from the Sonnets to Varanis, and also The Sonnets to Mellia, Sweetest of Healers, White Lady of Esrolia, additionally, we will be seeing the Sonnets in Praise of Xenofos. Editorial commentary will be recorded [thus]. Both the {“D”} and “T” voice appear in this selection of extracts. We shall leave aside Berra JarangsdottiHumaktisaga, for reasons of our own.

[Good morning. All settled?. In the absence of your usual professor, welcome. You may address me as Prof Garin. First name, ‘Prof’. You may recognise me as a visiting Professor, and yes, black is my natural plumage.

It strikes me, looking at the notes on your progress so far, that while my *esteemed* associate may have tested you severely, he has never in fact examined you. Therefore, our extracts today will be short, and you will be required to extrapolate on them from memory, without preparation. I am assured everyone reads ahead. Row seven, please understand I have been sitting among you for a while, and I know where your textbooks fit. Choose three of any of the stanzae and write for an hour on each. We shall begin with NalaTiwrSaga]

{‘It’s not even dark in here. I demand a better form of hell!’}

Her hold on Dormal
Life-saving, as child-mother
In all their fevers

The beat of wave-crest
Wheels of water passing by
Cramped in movement.

“I could go faster than this if it wasn’t for all this water!”

Northward and Coldward
Ice formed by ages, melted
Only by the Yelm-Sun

[Everyone have that? Good. No, I shall not be repeating it. If you expected me to write this down you should not be studying oral poetry. And so onto The Death of Rajar]

A bison walks slowly
But like me always gets there
I too am like me

[You may if you wish reference the Spurious Rajar in your writing, but I shall not be marking your work. On to the Lay of the Cold Lance. Yes, I know that is not the full name. No, I do not *expect* you to expand the contraction, nor shall I tell you if your essays should.]

Upon the road to Boldhome horses passed, as many as the Cold Sun e’er could count
Each one a gift from Her whose lip cries war to all companions who did need a mount
And more! upon that road she was the lead who made them pass in peace to Boldhome High
And in the swift attack by bandits low did cause them all their ransoms out to cry.

[Moving on, you may also wish to examine Sonnets to Varanis. Or not – I understand you normally have a lot of leeway.]

And as she looked behind to Nochet dear [Yes, I do pronounce it that way.]
Her heart was proud within her, her eye clear!
All sign of eagerness she bent to hark
Onto the North, astride Masana Dark

She walked with all, and all were given smiles
To while away the passing of the miles
And always in her mind there was no harm –
For one as she brought only healing balm.
Within the Hospital she had been kind
And Dormal’s fever held her gentle mind,
But on the road encouragement was hers
To give to all, as history avers.

{‘Well, that was both boring and enlightening.’}

[Oh, I’m sorry. I slipped into MelliaSaga there. If you were trying to write them both down, feel free to separate them wherever you believe you should. And if you can write out the full name here, no doubt that will go better than MelliaSaga – I am of course more of a writer on the Northern style. But I digress. Xenofos Oh, Xenofos – what would we do without him to cast doubts on the Q voice?]

When he who saw the Dragon with those eyes
Of light and mystery should show surprise
On Wilmskirk’s low-walled fame they travelled fast,
T’was only that his mind was on the past.

His stand by Kallyr as she came to air,
His wise recording of her features fair,
Were in his mind and to his pen in time
To aid his fellows and to aid — this rhyme!

[We will not be covering Berra JarangsdottiHumaktisaga today. The intelligent among you may or may not decide this will happen next week.]

{‘Well, at least *that* is a blessed relief.’}

Student Essay

Look at my new axe!
My new axe has Storm Bull on!
Greatest axe ever.

Don’t dwell on dark stuff.
Here, have another deep draught.
Look at my new axe!

This one is so cute.
Nala’s right about ribbons.
Don’t they fly nicely?

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