The Colour of Time - Part 3

 

'Last year,' Dora thought, 'I was busy with my convent, my little community of admirers and adorers, apprentices and students. And we were still searching for the colour of time - la couleur du temps. This year, they are all gone, bored by not finding the answers. No Rudy, Jacob and Monkey and Mark waiting for me once more trying to enter the City of Earth and to get access to the nowadays hidden Temple with the spring and well of forecast and secrets.'

Dora wondered whether this mystical temple where she once met an even more mystical and magical being was really holding and keeping the secrets of time and its colour.

'And I bet,' she thought to herself, 'it is not the colour Cherry.'

'The city's name is Temple,' the animal companion which was a well-known llama said to the bard.

'Yes,' said Bromford, the not less well known bard, 'Temple, a village in Cornwall.'

'That is not that far away from the place we performed last night,' the animal said.

'Yet very, very far away from our home, the High Castle of Bromford,' said the bard and started singing another song.

"Your Bromford"

She said, baby you′re my gold -
I said, no babe, just your banker
She said baby you're my chains -
I said, no hun, I′m your Bromford
I said, baby you're my wings -
She said, no babe, you're a fish
I said, baby you′re my dream -
She said, no hun, just your wish
She said, baby you′re my river -
I said, no hun, I'm your drain
She said, baby you′re my colour -
I said, no babe, I'm you′re stain

I said, baby you're my diamond -
She said, no babe, I′m just your pick
I said, baby, you are magic -
She said, no hun, just a trick
She said, baby you can see me -
I said, baby I just sense
She said, baby you're my castle -
I said, no hun, I'm your fence
I said, baby you are my lover
She said, no hun, just your maid
I said, baby I adore you -
She said, no babe, you′re just afraid.

Today is Wednesday, the 3rd of December 2025.