The Fox Queen (Cante Ballad 6)

Sivarilin, he tread long through the veil of fae

He’s lost the Road and he’s lost his way

He’s lost his way far away from the Road he walks

Until he comes upon a princely Fox

And the princely Fox he smiles at him,

And Sings he, “Trav’ler be it of your whim

I’d take you to my mother’s Den”

So to his mother’s house they walk

And how they laugh and how they talk

Til sternly says  the royal  vix-en—

“Oh of my Son tear away your mortal thoughts

For the roads you tread are with dour dangers fraught

So til you fall, in my keeping he will stay

Til your body is but cold decay“

And frowning says Sivarilin

So shall I go, but this is not an end

This is not an end.

Sivarilin he goes back to the vixen queen

With a kind of courage you have never seen

Says, “Your people sing of a demon wearing chains

Who breeds contempt and breeds disdain.”

If I should best this firesome beast

Would then your mother’s anger quell and cease

And you your princely son release? 

“Oh of my son tear away your mortal thoughts

For the roads you tread are with fearsome dangers fraught

So til you fall, in my keeping he will stay

Til your body is but cold decay“

And frowning says Sivarilin

So shall I go, but this is not an end

Sivarilin he goes back to the vixen queen

With a wit and wisdom you have never seen

He says, “I know a harp that is strung by the gods themselves

Its equal known to neither men nor elves .”

If I might  claim for you this precious piece

Would then your mother’s anger quell and cease

And you your princely son release? 

“Oh of my son tear away your mortal thoughts

For the roads you tread are with deadly dangers fraught

So til you fall, in my keeping he will stay

Til your body is but cold decay“

And frowning says Sivarilin

So shall I go, but this is not an end

Sivarilin he goes back to the vixen queen

With an imp’s impatience that you’ve never seen

He says, “I know a tunic that is built of wool of flame

and no other could weave its  acclaim.

If I might find for you this famous fleece

Would then your mother’s anger quell and cease

And you your princely son release? 

“Oh of my son tear away your mortal thoughts

For the roads you tread are with deadly dangers fraught

So til you fall, in my keeping he will stay

Til your body is but cold decay“

And frowning says Sivarilin

So shall I go, but this is not an end

Then up and spoke the Prince himself

And he has spoke of an underhanded plan

That he may free himself from Lock

Say “You might go grab and pay for a bale of hay

A bale of hay that looks as me

And you may craft it as a fox that is behexed

And she may then descend as such perplexed

Sivarilin went and grabbed him a bale of hay

A bale of hay that did look like he

And he has formed it as a fox that is behexed

So that the vixen might then be perplexed

And perplexed she was and then she knew!

She slew a-many and her fury was but true

And then her wrath was at an end

And to the true Road then they went

And to the Road they went.

They went.