Bard III

FELIMID MAC FAL IS BACK . . . WITH THE BEAUTIFUL PIRATE GUDRUN BLACKHAIR AT HIS SIDE

I am called Felimid mac Fal. I am a bard of the old blood, a lesser degree of Druid. Where I come from, bards have been known to sing armies to defeat or victory and kings off their thrones or on to them. Descended from the faery folk, the Tuatha de Danann, my line's been poets and harpers in Erin since the world was new, and magic's in our heart-marrow.

She is called Gudrun Blackhair . . . as well as names a good deal less polite. She is the most dangerous pirate on the open seas, master of the enchanted ship Ormungandr, and the woman of my heart. If you wish to know more than that, ask the ballad, singers and gossip mongers at any tavern. Half of what you hear will be fact, half will be lies, and even I can no longer separate the two. Yet this story perhaps the strangest of them all, of shapeshifters and sorceresses and the sea-dwelling Children of Lir, is naught but the gods' own truth. . . . on my honor as a bard.