The History of the Kingdom of The West
Bardic Arts

Day was waning and the field was bare
When they called me forth to meet him
And I never knew that combat fair
Could become a battle so grim

Blows fell heavy as the fight went on
And my doubts grew ever stronger
'Til at last it all became so wrong
That I couldn't stand it longer

     Chorus:
     How to speak of hurt so deep
     That it cuts me to my heart
     I had trust but he had naught
     He dishonored our fight from the very start

I looked at him and then I spoke to him
But he would not take my meaning
My heart was heavy and my hand was, too
But to blows he was unheeding

A choice there was that I could make that day
And I saw it clear before me
To call him traitor or to let it go
Was the battle now inside me

     Chorus:
     How to speak of hurt so deep
     That it cuts me to my heart
     I had trust but he had naught
     He dishonored our fight from the very start

Then I looked upon his lady fair
She was innocent and caring
And my lady, I could not cause stain
On her favor I was wearing

What of him with whom my sword was crossed
And I knew then which way was best
So to him I showed true chivalry
And gave way without a protest

     Chorus:
     How to speak of hurt so deep
     That it cuts me to my heart
     I had trust but he had naught
     He dishonored our fight from the very start

     Coda:
     And so it ended, for good or bad
     The battle now was over
     He had the prize when he left the field
     I left with my honor

For every fighter who has ever been betrayed -- a song about pain. -- Tatiana Nikolaevna Tumanova

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