#i head it when it was sung in a chuch! Beautiful!:3

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Mar looked confused over to the Lady Proudmoore, so dumbfounded by the request that whatever she wanted to answer was stuck in her throat. Around them the library snoozed in a late evening, gently, silently, quietly. The Halforc had heard many stories but at this moment, at this place, while Dust glittered in the dull candlelight like crystals, all she could think of was her fostress Hedwig Iesenhart who had held the girl Mar had been on her lap, whenever the girl had had too much headaches to sleep for her orcish teeth were to big for her humanish jaws. She had sat there crying, cheeks wet of tears, her small face burried in Hedwigs chest, cradled  like a infant in Hedwigs arms as the older woman hummed a song- and a story in the Notes!- in the silence of the late night with only a candle beside them, while around them the other people of the household slept unknowingly about Hedwig and Margvis beeing awake. Hestiating Mar looked at the older woman, her ears pinned back like a uncertaine animal. Then, slowly, she leaned forward, her voice quiet and small and carefully as she haltingly sung the song Hedwig had sung for her all those Nights when Mar had had been in too much pain to sleep:

“  Once was a Prince and a Princessthat loved one another so dear,each other they could not possess,too deep was the water clear. “Oh dear heart, can you not swim here,my darling swim over to me,I will light two candles, have no fear,By their light the way you’ll see.“An evil fairy heard their planning,pretending to be sound asleep,she blew out the candles, damningThe Prince to drown in the deep.It was on a Sunday morning,the people were happy and gay,except for the Princess, mourning,With tears in red eyes, this day.“Oh mother, my dearest mother,my head feels as were split in two;I’d like to stroll somewhere other,Perhaps by the water blue.”The mother alone went to church,the daughter to the shore did run,she walked so long til her searchFor a fisherman was done.“Oh fisherman, dear fisherman,would you like to earn a great prize?Your net in the water today canFish me a Prince where he lies.”He threw the net in the water,to the bottom so deep it sank,he fished long for the King’s daughter,Then brought the Prince to the bank.The fisher’d fished for a long time,before the dead Prince he’d found.“Now look here, my dear maiden fine,Here’s your Prince in my net bound.”Her two arms cradled the body,and she kissed his cold lips so pale,“oh lips could you but speak to meAgain my heart would be hale.” Her robe around herself she wound,and then leaped into the deep sea.“Dear father, mother, I have foundMy grave that you shall never see.”The bells they tolled throughout the land,of woe and want were heard loud cries,two Kings’ children lay close at hand,Both never again to rise.   “

The last note hushed away hasty in the shadows beneath the candle, between old books and older shelfs. Mar rashly sat up and cleared her throat, her cheeks as black as ink. “Its a ballade, Milady.”, she said and the words almost disappeared behind a second clearing of her throat: “I always liked the story the Lyrics tell….”And more I had loved how Hedwig had sung it for me. The Halforc hasty pushed the thought at the farest corner of her mind.

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  (German and Danish version mixed: ”Es waren zwei Königs Kinder”)