V-Master Berwick
Cotswold My first show was a success beyond my expectations. I was so concerned about the public reaction that I particularly cared for my appearance and my entrance. As usual, once started, my anxiety was gone and my excitement was amplified as and when my story. I felt my cheeks burning and a huge jubilation had invaded. Eyes bright and shining faces of the audience remained for me the best reward. And finally, when I greeted the audience, applause and cries of joy were the sweetest music. Before climbing to bed, I asked the tenant about the best school Minstrels of Camelot. It explained that I had to go to the Magic Academy where one of the sections included the most renowned teachers of the kingdom. So full of hope that I decided to visit the city the next morning. I slept wonderfully that night.
I got up at dawn and after my morning ablutions and a frugal breakfast, I headed towards the walls of Camelot. Impressed by their height and I approached the east gate, the more I felt insignificant next to the power released by the dizzying wall of stones. I crossed the bridge over the moat. Two guards stood on either side of the entrance if he seemed unperturbed that even an army of angry dragons would not have dislodged from their positions. Then I crossed a huge shift in the open air before reaching the wall surrounding the city. Two other soldiers guarding the gate, just as stoic as the previous. In the above, I admired and congratulated internally discipline royal guards. When I entered
Camelot, its beauty struck my heart and I had gasped. Everything I had read about it turned out well below the truth. I decided to take the morning to visit the site and walk in the streets. All was brilliant colors, heady fragrances and deafening hubbub. I met a motley crowd, the warrior in chainmail gleaming to the woman in bright silk dress, the young page was delivered new to the old man in suit and austere used. The market place delights me! Never in my life had I seen so many shops. We should be able to find here the most disparate items, the more indispensable than useless.
As the sun reached its zenith, I felt the hunger began to gnaw me. So I stopped at a stall particularly appetizing and bought a small whole chicken pie hot donuts and some honey. I took the opportunity to ask the seller where was the Academy of Magic. The man showed me the way and, after politely thanked, I started enjoying my leisurely lunch.
I spotted the school from afar. It was a huge group of buildings surrounded by a great wall and whose sign was beautifully carved. I passed the portico of access and arrested a young student who was walking towards me with an air of concentration.
- Excuse me, I'm looking section Minstrels, I pray, I asked him.
- That way! he replied, pointing a door on the left. But, ask Master to Berwick, it will tell you, "continued he, telling me a man talking, a few yards away, with three students.
I nodded and thanked him.
Master Berwick was a man of about forty years, the pace fairly common. Nevertheless, the young men he was addressing seemed to listen with reverence. He was dressed in a doublet and trunk-breeches cut fabric in a simple but quality, revealing a person preferring comfort to donning ribbons and laces which storytellers I had met in the village of my childhood. I waited for him to finish his conversation to approach him.
- Hello Master Berwick, my name Kalliope, I nervously introduced myself. I would like to become a minstrel and I was advised to come to the Magic Academy.
- Follow me, my child, "he begged. Install us in a class, we shall be more at ease to talk.
Within seconds, I understood why this man officiated in these places. His voice was deep, warm and enchanting, and when my eyes had met hers, he could not detach. I was like hypnotized. His attitude was so benevolent I felt good, calm and confident.
We arrived in a small bright room in which a dozen were lined lecterns. High library was full of books with leather bindings, leaflets and other scrolls. The teacher turned to me and said:
- Good! Now show me what you can do! and noticing my hesitation, he added: "Do not worry, I just want to realize your abilities.
I threw the water and started the show I had presented the previous day in Cotswold. He stopped me after a few minutes and asked me to wait. He left part through a little door and returned shortly after with a lute in his hands.
- Bravo, Mademoiselle. Your potential is undeniable and agree to teach you my art. I welcome you to the Academy!, Congratulated me he handed me the object.
I am seized shyly as he continued:
- I will not deny that the path you have chosen requires a lot of work. I'll teach the handling of strings, woodwind and percussion, besides singing, elocution and dance. We start classes tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock. I demand the utmost punctuality on the part of my students.
After greeted, I let him. I crossed the courtyard of an unworthy, head high and the mine as cool as possible. Once in the street, no longer able, I let my elation explode with a loud cry of joy and executing a few dance steps. Some passersby looked at me startled and surprised. I send them laugh in return, then merrily on my way to the gates of Camelot to regain the Cotswold inn.
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