Another month went by quite fast, and during this month, Lucen had advertised his play throughout Caelhart. He used the bards to sing bits and pieces of the play. This was the first time people had seen such a strategy to bring in more people to watch a play.
The style of singing was like no other they had heard before. It was different, which made a few excited.
No one in Caelhart had seen such a thing. Plays were for theaters, not for the streets. In the smoky taverns, men with red noses and unsteady legs pounded their mugs on the tables, half-slurring lines they had only heard once or twice from the bards, twisting tragedy into bawdy comedy.
On the streets, barefoot children ran between vendors with sticks clutched in their hands, swinging them like lances as they hummed the refrain in singsong voices.
Even the guards at the city gates were heard muttering verses under their breath to pass the long, dull hours.
