Bo continues singing as Calculon nods dreamily, bloodshot eyes red with the last coals of the once-blazing fire:
With dreams so strange and - insistent
It's no wonder I go around kicking things
While I was drunk, I dreamt I could fly
I never dreamt things would be bad between
you and I
We burn joyfully and we
give off light
Unalloyed joy,
at least
. for tonight.
So take it on the chin!
Spit teeth, shut up and sing!
Like the veins in my arms,
like the tattoos on your skin
Night upon night,
death threats and cigarettes!
Like lilacs off the tongue!
This was supposed to be fun!
This was supposed to be fun...
"Bo?"
"Yeah, kid?"
"I feel bad about Bard..."
"Who?"
"Bard... Merec Merritson... the singer..."
Why is that name... but as we do so often, Bo asks the wrong question.
"Why do you feel bad, kid?"
"I didn't tell him..."
"Tell him what?"
But Calculon is already asleep, sitting next to the last dying coals of their last fire in Saenna, and it will be a long time before they think to talk of Merec Merritson again.
