In the service of the Omo
03:14, Today: Chye Isuel rolled 8 using 3d6. singing - 16.
03:13, Today: Chye Isuel rolled 13 using 3d6. Lute - 15.
Setting down his sake bowl, Chye unslung his lute, tuned it, began a melody, and began to sing: "Pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon,
And a jade plate of dainty food calls for a million coins!
I fling aside my chop-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink....
I pull out my sword, I peer four ways in vain!
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry;
I would climb the Taihang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow....
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook --
But I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun....
Journeying is hard,
Journeying is hard!
There are many turnings --
Which am I to follow?....
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves
And set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea...."
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