III-Tips from an innkeeper
What a joy to wake up in a comfortable bed with linens smelling fresh. I slept like a baby, which had not happened for ages. As soon dressed, I went down to my breakfast.
The innkeeper greeted me with a hello jovial. I asked him a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of milk was leaving and moving to a table near the fireplace. They approached the mid-morning and the room was almost empty. The keeper brought me my order and sat down opposite me.
- You know, "he began, my offer last night could not have been more serious. You have quite a talent to captivate an audience. Without your intervention, I would have had a good buying of the furniture ...
- It is true that I am tempted, "I replied. But I must admit I'm not Minstrel. I can play any instrument and my repertoire of stories is very limited, despite reading many books. Besides I do not know the tricks of the trade.
- Why not call a professional to train you? he questioned me.
- I do not know where to find someone who could help me.
- Go to Camelot, he said, leaning toward me. You will certainly find a school that will accept you without any problem. You are made for this business and pleasure that you take is obvious.
- I surely does not deserve your praise, I stammered, blushing.
- No false modesty with me, girl! he exclaimed. You seemed transformed when you were telling this story. Me I call it the sacred fire! If the gods have given you this gift, exploit it!
- Or, I leave tomorrow at dawn to Camelot, I capitulated.
Then I added the eyes sparkling:
- I will exchange a new story and some songs for a second night tonight against the house, a warm bath before the show and three days' rations.
- Two days! Bargain!
With that, he arose and returned polish his counter. After my meal, I went to visit the city. I strolled and most of the day, lingering in the late afternoon on the spot market where I sold a good price for my bracelet. I decided to keep the collar for the days of lean ... I used to spend still a part of my nest egg to give me a solid saddle bags, perfume oils, body and hair and clothing scene, a dress red velvet collar and sleeves embroidered with gold son.
Back to "mug of abundance", I got into my room where a tub filled with steaming water waiting for me. I undressed and dived in with relish. I felt so relaxed that I almost fell asleep. Fortunately, the wife of the innkeeper knocked on my door to tell me that the representation would begin an hour later. So I rushed to wash myself and get ready.
I only had a few more minutes before you reach the large room. I put on my new place, fragrant and tied my hair with matching ribbons. Standing before the mirror, studying my reflection carefully ... I had before me a young woman with golden hair and complexion of milk. The trademarks, last memories what was left my husband gradually disappeared and I could easily hide. I noticed that, by chance, misfortune had not marked my face. By cons, my eyes could go suddenly from a cloudless blue sky was gray tormented winter. But would I want in my future profession. I nodded, I had never noticed that, dolled up, I was pretty cute. Better! It gives more attention to a pretty face. I inspired deeply and had a bright smile. "Forward Kalliopi! And come what may!". I opened the door and walked towards the stairs to the ground floor.
I spent a wonderful evening, entertaining audiences even more than before. Despite the jitters that I tied the guts, I managed to utter the first words, the more difficult. Then everything was chained as in a dream. At the end of the show, I turned straight to my room when I requested that they bring me something to Magner. I devoured a loaf of fresh bread with ham and cheese and I drank from a soft Claret. Finally satisfied, I lay down.
As expected, I was awakened before dawn. After gathering my things and made a hearty meal, I said goodbye to the owners, promising to visit them if I came back one day in the region. Finally, I got on my mare and a head full of dreams, I took the road to Camelot.
Illustration Maxime Kuppert
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