Another rousing tale told by Tallis Steelyard and written down by Jim Webster.
Today we welcome Jim Webster and Tallis Steelyard.
Preparing the ground
The Ropewalk market is busy on market day. There are always too many stallholders, and the narrow passages between them swarm with people. It has been suggested that you need not worry about pickpockets; the crowds are too tightly packed for them to escape.
At one end of the market the entertainers congregated, the apprentice mages with their fire tricks, the coin and cup men, the tumblers and mime artists. There are no musicians or singers; it would be impossible to hear them over the hubbub.
Yet on Piccardil-cutters day, a sum of money had been left to pay a poet to declaim an ode celebrating the excellence of the market traders. When the poet stands to begin his delivery a bell rings, and the market traders all turn and bow in the poet’s direction. The poet bows back…
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