Pages in a Notebook. Today was a terrible day. No one seemed to want to listen at the last tavern I was at - I could feel the misery oozing from the crowd as they hurled tankards and got into a fist fight even as I sang. They were so wrapped up in their pain that not even a song could lighten their hearts.
Thank goodness for the innkeeper who snuck me out of there before it became even more ugly. Pressing a little gold into my hand he told me that things had been bad since the dark times came on them, and it was probably best if I left now, before they 'busted the place up' again.
Oh if only he'd gone into more detail on the dark times - my song still isn't complete.
So here I am, sleeping beneath a hedgerow yet again. That tavern was the only one for miles around and well, I don't think I could sleep there, given the hullaballoo that was going on there when I left!
I just wish it wasn't raining. |