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Lothmeluiel, although not yet a bride herself, expresses in song the trepidation a bride-to-be may feel on her wedding day. Her mother, father, and mother's sister accompany her on violin, harp, and flute, respectively.
Another tale Korvynn insisted telling or having told about himself. If it were anyone else, Es would have made an excuse and left. But something about Korvynn's open-book behaviour was still so refreshing.
So Es humoured them.
Then the harper started her song.
It was a song about Korvynn. Or someone Korvynn knew. Probably that girl he tried to bring up a few times. The one he had lost.
L’homme armé doit on douter.
On a fait partout crier,
que chacun se viegne armer
d’un haubregon de fer.
L’homme armé doit on douter.[1]
The armed man should be feared.
Everywhere it has been proclaimed
That each man shall arm himself
With a coat of iron mail.
The armed man should be feared.