The Ballad of Tobias Marchand

Author's Note: Standard fanfic disclaimer that wouldn't last ten seconds in a court of law: Tobias and Lena Marchand aren't my characters and Valdemar isn't my setting. Based on characters and settings from Mercedes Lackey's novel Intrigues, p. 35-50. Jerrin's ballad should be sung to the tune of "Greensleeves." Yes, I know the scansion is off and the rhyme scheme is forced. It's supposed to be. Think of "My Lady's Eyes." And Dalith's right ... it really does need a chorus.

The Ballad of Tobias Marchand

by Susan M. M

based on characters and situations created by Mercedes Lackey

to be sung to the tune of "Greensleeves"




"A bard there was of high degree, whose silver tongue sung songs so sweet.

Sapphire his eyes and hair like coal. To hear him sing was such a treat."


"Proud was this bard of his great skill, for he was great and so said all.

Himself he said the selfsame thing. Alas! Pride goes before a fall."


"Trainees he did mistake, alas, mistake for pages in the hall.

Orders he gave for errands run, and not a word of thanks did call."


"So great his pride, so vain was he, he did not look, he did not guess,

The trainee who before him stood, his daughter he did sore distress."