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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
In this first tale, in a collection of predominantly Welsh stories, a harper has a strange encounter on a lonely road that deeply affects his love life and leads to an interestesting arrangement.
In the second story a woman loses her baby to an eagle but manages to negotiate his return.
The third story explores events in the long life of an ancient oak tree.
In the final story a Scottish harper recounts his exploits and role in the life of the clan.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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John Telyn and other tales
To the harpers and their magicBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichJohn Telyn
When Anwen rejected John Telyn it was not just because he was a poor impoverished harper. Yes, she thought he had no prospects; but she could see that he had a beauty in him and a kind of fairy glow about his person especially when he caressed the strings.
And here was the thing. When he played his harp, attention was on him and not on her, where she felt it ought to be. Initially the sound of the harp entranced her until she discovered this and, that he played and practised his harp constantly.
If he had devoted his every waking hour to her then it might have been different. One of the most irritating things about the relationship was that John himself was not aware that he spent so much time on the harp.
John Telyn was wanted near and far to play at gatherings, weddings and dances. He had come to Morwenna’s hall for just such a gathering.
“I see Anwen is not about now,” said Morwenna.
“No, I think not,” said John.
“Did you have words?”Said Morwenna
“No, nothing was said, not to me, she just left.”
“She’s taken up with Hugh.”
“Already?”
“Yes,” said Morwenna, “it’s the harp I think. It’s a sort of rival isn’t it?”
“How so?”
“Well you’re with it a lot; you caress it and linger over it. It could almost be your wife.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course,” said Morwenna.
“Well then,” said John, lowering his voice, “I am married to my harp.”
“Don’t be silly, a man cannot marry a harp.”
“It happened like this see.
I was tramping from Tremeircion to Afonwen on a lonely road; a couple there wanted me to play at their son’s christening. I sat down to rest under a hawthorn tree by a spring when a beautiful fairy appeared. She was captivated by my harp and when I played she said she wanted to marry me.
Well I said, I cannot marry you. I earn very little you see and cannot keep a household.”
“Do you not want a companion John Telyn,” she said, “to be with you all the time, to give you love and comfort?”
“That I do.”
“I do not need a house or land,” she replied, “I take my nourishment from the living air and the beauty and sound of nature.”
I looked at her in amazement.
“Then,” she continued, “I will transform myself into your harp and then I will be with you everywhere you go.
I, John Telyn, readily agreed.
And so she chanted a spell and transformed herself into my harp.”
Morwenna who up until this point had been riveted by the story found the green goddess of jealousy rise up unbidden within her. She had been studying his beautiful face; now she studied the harp slung over his shoulder on a strap and as she did so her eyes misted over and she saw the arms of a beautiful woman clasped round John Telyn.
Morwenna realised she wanted him for herself.
