"Have you heard the lore of Inna, my lord?" asked Charan, his eyes gleaming. The old suta couldn't believe his luck. He had never imagined that one day he would serve the crown prince of the realm, the future monarch of Varta. Moreover, before so many nobles. Each of them was on par with Lord Oman in wealth and power.
Sitting amidst so many betters, he couldn't help felt conscious of his humble attire. Juga, the little page, hadn't told him who he was going perform for. But anyway, it didn't matter too much. If he performed well and managed to impress this regal patron, he might not have to worry about his livings at least for a year or two. Thinking this, Charan, a eighty years old charan, elders of all magsmen of Minaak, adjusted his lute and cleared his throat. In his heart, he prayed to his clan goddess, Belon, the four-headed female deity.
