At that moment, there came a musical rapping upon the door. Ivar's heart soared. "Enter!" he bellowed excitedly.
With a gait closer to a jig than a walk, Addoros Gladdenhart the Bard swept into the room. The diminished embers of the fireplace burst into life as he did so, burning a multitude of colours, sending rainbow light across the walls. The light played off the gaudy silks adorning the bard, his attire and presence making the king's finery look drab in comparison.
A small holden harp hung upon the bard's hip by a leather strap. At times he would pluck a string or two. Something about the chords he chose must have been special, Ivar thought, as just the slightest sound evoked emotions of joy, or sorrow, or heroism within his heart.
Addoros performed a deep, acrobatic bow, the feathers of his cap jiggling merrily as he did so. "Addoros Gladdenhart, at your service," he said, his voice a melody. "And you must be?" he added with a wry wink.
Ivar chuckled. "You know very well who I am."
Addoros grinned perfect, pearly teeth. Several women in the neighboring rooms swooned, though they knew not why. "King Ivar, I know who you are. Yet I do not know who you might be."
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