It is a crusty dwarf named Flint
And he stoppeth Raist the mage.
“By thy long beard and my smooth skin,
I think I’m young of age!
“The mage school doors are opened wide
And the Master waits for me;
I told him that I’d be right back.
I only had to pee.”
“You doorknob of a skinny mage!”
The dwarf did shout out loud.
“I have made my greatest work;
I really am quite proud.”
The ’prentice mage sat on a stone;
He would much rather hear
This foolish old dwarf rant and rave
Than go back to his peers.
“I made a stunning bracelet,”
The crusty dwarf began.
“But then a kender spied my work,
and grabbed it, turned, and ran!”
“How horrid,” spake the student young
While stifling a yawn.
The old gray dwarf held up a hand
And presently went on:
“When I caught up to this doorknob—”
I stopped as if in wonder.
“Why look’st thou so?”—“With my crossbow
I shot the thieving kender!”
“Why did you?” puzzled Raistlin.
“How could you? Don’t you know
Kender don’t care, they are unaware
Of other’s possessions?”—“So?
“Tanis said ’twas a hellish thing,
A hellish thing, you know,
Tanis said ’twas wrong to shoot
A kender with a bow;
A dwarf should never ever shoot
A kender with a bow.
“But I returned, ‘You foolish elf!
That was my greatest work!
The kender should be killed for good
That stole my dwarven work.
’Twas right, you fool, to kill the ones
That steal a dwarven work.’
“Tanis shook his head at me
And turned as if to leave.
He went across the great ravine
And I—I did not grieve!
“But then, down dropped the bridges
And I on the other side!
Many an oath burst from my throat
That would make a maiden cry.
“Day after day, day after day,
I remained on the other side.
I thought to cry for help—but no!
For I have dwarven pride.
“There passed a weary time. My throat
Was parched, and glazed my eyes.
A weary time! A weary time!
How glazed my weary eyes;
Then looking upward, I beheld
A something in the skies . . .
[Story continues on 3/9/2015 with Part 2 of The Rhyme of the Ancient Dwarf!]
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The Rhyme of the Ancient Dwarf (A Dragonlance Story)
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