We were preparing,
all that long, windy day,
for the Cymrian Council
to begin in some way.

They came from all places.
The horn called them forth,
from the east, from the south
from the west, and the north!

The Cymrians all camped
in the Bowl of the Moot.
It was quite a large place
where they all went to hoot.

The guests were all present,
and in no time at all,
they started to argue.
They wanted to brawl.

I stood there with Achmed,
We stood there, we two.
We stared at Rhapsody.
She knew just what to do.

From the Summoner’s Ledge,
to stop the whole thing,
She took a deep breath
and she started to sing.

"‘Come we in peace,
from great despair,
to a new life
in this land that is fair."

Her voice through the Moot,
rang clear as a bell.
If you’d heard that voice,
you’d think it was swell.

Then the two-hundred thousand
who had wanted to riot,
looked up at Rhapsody
and they were all quiet.

But someone was not,
she’d come here at last.
We looked and saw Anwyn,
the Seer of the Past.

"Well, wasn’t that pretty?"
she asked, full of spite.
She didn’t like Rhapsody.
She wanted to fight.

She said, "I’m the Lady,
the one that must lead,
not this young girl.
You pay her no heed!"

From far down below
there came a great shout.
The people were angry.
They wanted Anwyn out.

Rhapsody went to her
politely to say,
"It seems they don’t want you
as Lady this day."

Anwyn turned to her
Turned to her and said,
"I am the Lady
until I am dead.
There’s nothing at all
that can take that away.
Stand down, little girl
and move out of my way."

"Little girl, you call me?
I don’t know why you do."
And then Rhapsody said,
"I am older than you."

Then the Seer sneered
with her face full of hate.
"What’s that mean, girl?
Do you think I don’t rate?"

"It means," said Achmed,
his voice did not swag,
"That the girl doesn’t like
how she’s called by the hag."

Rhapsody was scared
that he’d made it worse.
"She’s not a hag, Achmed."
Her voice sounded terse.

"Right you are," I spoke up.
"A hag she is not.
A ‘arpy she is,
who Oi’ll tie in a knot
if she doesn’t talk nice
to ‘Er Ladyship ‘ere."
Then I stopped talking.
I walked toward the Seer.

Anwyn was mad,
as mad as can be.
"How dare you say that
to one such as me?
I am your Lady
and you must obey
or I will make you
leave here this day!"

" ‘Ave at me," I yelled
and Achmed stepped in.
"Don’t waste yourself, Grunthor,
don’t even begin.
As your king I command,
but not for her sake.
I do it so you
need not touch that fake.
She’s not worth it,
not even fit,
for a touch made in anger,
not one little bit."

The Seer said in anger,
"Not fit? So you say.
But, I am your Lady.
Your Lady I’ll stay."

Just then from below
another shout came
from Anwyn’s grandson.
Ashe is his name.

"Grandmother," he said,
"You know you are wrong.
You are not the Lady!
You do not belong!
This council removed you
a long time ago.
And so I will prove it,
then you must go.
We’ll just ask your sister,
the Seer of the Now.
She only speaks truth.
That’s all she’ll avow."

So Ashe turned to Rhonwyn,
for that is her name,
asked, "Is there a Lady,
someone with that claim?"

Rhonwyn spoke truly
‘cause that is her way,
"No. There is no Lady;
no Lady this day."

Anwyn was mad.
She was not the Lady,
so she spoke out in anger.
Her words were quite shady.

Before Anwyn could do
any more people wrong,
Rhapsody stopped her
with a magical song.

"You will no longer see
tomorrow or now.
To the past I confine you!
To the past you will bow!"

And so the Seer left,
but day was not done.
A Lady was needed,
to lead everyone.

The choice was quite easy,
they all did agree.
And so as the Lady,
they named Rhapsody.