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Night Music"And then the Moor Lord went riding, all dressed in black and gold, with his coattails flapping and a star upon his brow, on his horse of flame and fury." The fire in the smoky little front room of the inn flared up at that moment, as if in response, and it illuminated the figure on the stool in front of it, one foot cocked up to support his guitar. There was a collective sigh from the gathered folk, who had abandoned their food and drink and were as one turned toward the stranger, who sat easily upon a stool in front of the fireplace.Night Music by acelloconcerto
"Like the fire he burned as he rode through the mist, with the sun rising behind him and the ghosts of the lost at his heels." The man strummed a chord and two notes that fell hauntingly on open ears. "And so goes the Moor Lord, one night of every year."
There was a silence that was thicker than a normal silence, swollen with expectation and held breath, and in those moments the man with the guitar let his other foot sink to the floor and thought, time t