The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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There had been no harvest worthy of mention and the people grew more concerned. They had first come onto this land and found it ripe with fruits, abundant and green. Now the land was as waste and so it was that the peoples came to their wise poet. It was he who had calmed the storms with his words and saved them upon the harshness of the waves. He who had cleared the mists which had blinded them and brought them to safe harbour. He who had stood with the Goddess of the land to hear her name, that it may be placed upon the Island. So it was to him again that they did turn.
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