Story #7:Tale of Fonter and Maria

The Tale of Fonter and Maria

People ask me, "How do you make a living as a bard?"
To that I usually say I don't and that's true. I come to inns, like this one, and they give me free food and a bed as long as I play something. This has been my fifth day at the Tipsy Merchant Inn in Ioda and I plan to be heading for Boars Head in the morning to visit some friends.

But he entertaining is good, especially since it keeps Gale quiet. I've just finished one of the tales of Ol'ven's adventures and the crowd was wild. I picked up my guitar and strummed some notes. Silence fell as the people listened.

"This one is my last tune for the night. Let's end it off with an old Iodan story, the Tale of Fonter and Maria"

And so I began to sing...

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Here we tell the tale now,
of two lovers from Rivertown.
It starts with a young, poor lad named Fonter,
Who's in love with the Sheriffs daughter.

The people caller name be Maria the fair,
And was in love with him she wished to declare.
But her father, the sheriff, be a stuck up man,
Saying "She may only marry whoever he says she can."
Yet whenever they meet on the street they say to each other:

Whether the sun sets in the east or west,
I'll always be there for you,
No matter what I'll never love you less,
Yes I'll be there for you.
For you are the sun to my moon, eh.

Fonter decided to ask for fair Maria's hand,
The sheriff, so grand,
and started to look rather mad.
He looked and said to the lad,

"You boy are not of the proper rank,
For this, if I were your captain I would make you walk the plank"
This however did not turn him away,
For Fonter planned to for these orders never to obey.
Whenever they meet on the street they sing together:

Whether the sun sets in the east or west,
I'll always be there for you,
No matter what I'll never love you less,
Yes I'll be there for you.
For you are the sun to my moon, eh.

Fonter was a clever man,
for he had come up with a plan.
That they would sneak away together,
and love and forever each other.

He told this cunning plan to his love,
about how they would fly away free like doves.
They set the place and date,
and agreed not to be late.
Yet whenever they meet on the street they to each other:

Whether the sun sets in the east or west,
I'll always be there for you,
No matter what I'll never love you less,
Yes I'll be there for you.
For you are the sun to my moon, eh.

Two night later they met,
under an old oak tree.
And off they went,
To be together free,
And there love was never upset.
As they ran away they'd sing:

Whether the sun sets in the east or west,
I'll always be there for you,
No matter what I'll never love you less,
Yes I'll be there for you.
For you are the sun to my moon, eh.

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As I ended a place erupted from the crowd. I slung my guitar behind my back and jumped off the table. I started to make my way upstairs when a young robed man Came up to me.

"Excuse me," he said "I'm writing a guide book to Thraindhne and I as wondering if I could add that story?"

"What do you want with a story in a guide book?"

"Well, it's more of a... collection of things from around the world."

"Sounds exiting. Sure you can use it. Good luck." I patted him on the back and got on my way.

He turned around and shouted, "Wait sir! Can I get your name?"

"Lark," I replied with a smile, "Lark Newton."