Long Way To Earth... Part 11

'Who are you and what are you doing in my accommodations? What are you doing in my space?'

A young man with long, fuzzy, black hair in a grey robe with hood suddenly stood in the door behind the bard and the llama.

'Are you Colin, the man from the Firth, the High Castle's astronomer and magician?' Bromford asked a little startled.

'Where do you come from this late at night?' the llama added less politely.

And the Castle's astronomer and magician really answered their questions while busily bustling around.

'I went outside into the night to catch some moonlight and maybe some of the dust it leaves on the bare branches of the trees and hedges and the frozen grass', the astronomer tried to explain in a high pitched breaking voice. 'They are good ingredients, these moonbeams, for all kinds of potions and spells. But all I found was this eel swimming lifeless on the muddy waters of the castle's moat.'

And in his stretched out hand he hold a slightly writhing snake-like fish. With a casual gesture and movement he threw the eel in a glassy bowl from his big table and filled it with water from a wooden jug from the floor next to a small bed with straw bedding that was squeezed into the corner of the room.

This Colin was yet to see his three-hundredth full moon, Bromford, the bard said to himself. He has lived no more than twenty-five moon years and was not the old and experienced astronomer and magician he had expected in the High Castle of Bromford.

'And you must be the only walking and talking llama that is hanging around in this castle', Colin, the astronomer, murmured while holding the bowl with the eel against a small lantern he had just lit.

The fish slowly started swimming again in an as small circle as the bowl allowed, seemingly stopping from time to time to stare at the astronomer through the glass with its round googly eyes.

'And you', the younger man now addressed the bard, 'must be Brimstone, the bard, who is always hanging around with the walking and talking llama. Wonder why we have never met before. But what are you doing here in my chambers in the middle of the night?'

Before Bromford could say anything the llama said, 'Our bard here has lost his talents to invent songs and stories. And since he is afraid the Lady of the High Castle might throw him out once she notices it we came here to seek and ask for your help.'

Today is Wednesday, the 11th of December 2024

"Until The Bromford Would Open"

I won't survive
But I intend to have a good time
I will proceed
But I won't fulfill my every need
I won't survive
But whoever does?

We could drive until the Bromford would open
Take me to the verge of England's ocean
Tonight suggests so much

I won't survive
And I'll give redemption a miss
I will proceed
And I will ration the risk
I won't survive
Nobody does

We could drive until the Bromford would open
Take me to the verge of England's ocean
Tonight suggest so much
Hold tight for one last push

I've been saving myself for you
'Cause there's nothing else I can do
I've been saving myself up for you
'Cause there's nothing else I can do

Save all your dignity for me
Or just ignore my selfish plea

I won't survive
But I intend to have a good time
I will proceed
But I won't fulfill my every need
Fulfill my needs!

We could drive until the Bromford would open
Please take me to the verge of England's ocean
Tonight suggest so much
Hold tight for one last push

I've been saving myself for you
'Cause there's nothing else I can do
I've been saving myself up for you
'Cause there's nothing else I can do

Don't punish me
For who I can't be