The dawning of the fourth day brought light upon a time of rest among the princesses, for they were weary and thoughtful of the prior day’s labors, with only Edhsél displaying any desire whatsoever for activity. So she passed the day by riding all about the lands surrounding the mountain until it was that a mounted scout of the king’s guard met her, ordering her to return for the men along the wasteland marches reported a number of vampyric raiders and the king feared for her safety.
Thus while all were breaking fast on the fifth day Edhsél, being somewhat anxious for vigorous activity, proposed that they each of them seek to demonstrate some talent to the king on their own terms, by way of a kind of tournament. Standing proudly at her place she detailed how it would be executed, should the king permit the event. Each princess would make known to the group what she considers one of her finest talents and thus challenge the other four to a contest. All would be held in the great arena, and too would there be votes cast: a master of ceremonies would determine the pleasure of the crowd and the king would afterward make his own pleasure known, with the princess garnering the most votes being declared the victor and winning a seat at the king’s right hand for the remainder of the day.
All were delighted at the idea and the king sent a servant to make ready the arena and to gather the people of the mountain there after the midday meal. Bells were rung and announcements made all morning long while the five young women rehearsed and stretched and made all manner of ready for their contest, considering all things they may be challenged in. Only Edhsél, so proud and nigh on indomitable, drew comfort in knowing she would be the victor in at least one contest.
The hours of the morning bled quickly into midday, and soon enough the princesses each found themselves in the great arena where a veritable host of people had already gathered. Vendors carted fresh baked bread and other goods all about the tiered seating, and such a roar echoed all about the great space that a passersby at the base of the mountain might think for a moment that a terrific storm had sprung forth from the sky and threatened to sweep him away. And what a grand sight was that arena, carved out of the very side of the living mountain on the southern slope such that the sun always shone upon it!
Trumpets tore through the roar like steel arrows, and a man with a grand voice announced to all present the names, parentage, and kingdoms of the participants, as well as the rules of the impromptu tournament. The five participants saluted the king in the manner of their homeland, and thus did the master of ceremonies give leave for Edhsél to make known the first challenge, she being first by the king’s pleasure, for it was in the end her thought that brought the tournament about.
“I am Lady Edhsél, firstborn of Bhelegérn, and I do challenge my sisters to a contest of archery!” At this there was an outpouring of excitement, though already it was that Princess Dauabré bowed out of the contest, saying to the master that she had never fired a bow in all her life. The competition was held in the following manner: the four princesses stood a few paces apart along a firing line and at the king’s command fired a volley toward targets fifty, one hundred and two hundred paces away. Then there was a trial by horseback in which each were required to fire a shot while riding toward and then past a target. Finally in a final display each attempted to shoot and arrow through a small hoop tossed in the air. When all was finished the crowd showed their pleasure toward Edhsél, as did the king, for her skill with bow and arrow was great indeed, and thus did she garner two votes.
Next did Lílabhél announce a contest of dancing, and all five competitors were granted leave to change into costume and to consult with musicians from their respective lands. In the meanwhile the crowd burst into folksongs of the mountain, singing heartily for their joy was great and long had it been since such merriment was had. They sang, beginning with a long, exaggerated ho:
Ho…!
té mirnestoníc bhas
aden té sal bhéal
aden té ston nil fet
aden té fol nil dhara
aden ilaé
nobhaé
nil obtith dun…
ta nil déma…
bhard drekne!
Which in the modern tongue translates as:
Oh the mountain’s rise
And the sun’s fall
And the stone’s wet
And the well’s dry
And all
Things
Are upside down…
‘tis time…
For drinking!
This was a song that went on for some great length and had many verses, this being but the refrain, and once the master of ceremonies announced the beginning of the first dance the crowd sang the refrain one last time and ended with a thunderous peal of laughter.
Lílabhél it was that performed first with Dauabré performing last. It was that all were delighted to hear music and to see dancing from such distant and exotic places, and to behold the costumes and grace of five beautiful women. There was much amazement at the gracefulness of Edhsél, whom many thought would have trouble with the subtleties required of dancing, but again she proved to be exceptional at yet another task. In the end, however, it was Dauabré who was the victor. Though she could find no musicians within the mountain that could play music from her land, she showed her skill by asking the audience to choose the music of one of the lands already heard, and thus did she perform her own dance to a tune from Celereshél’s land, a hearty but somewhat bittersweet tune played on a rich fiddle with a simple drum and flute accompanying. She wore yet her black veil but had dressed herself in a flowing white skirt with a red tunic that showed her bare arms, and even Edhsél was impressed by her skill. Both the pleasure of the crowd and the king was with Dauabré, and thus was she in a tie with the dark-skinned huntress.
Bhéalmal it was that next spoke, surprising all with a challenge of story-weaving, and each told a story from their lands. The pleasure of the crowd went with Edhsél who told a captivating tale involving a dragon and an enchanted spear, while the pleasure of the king went with Celereshél who broke his heart with a beautiful story about a hunter who fell in love with a princess, only to be frozen forever by a spell. Celereshél went on to propose a challenge of singing, going on to break the hearts of the whole of the crowd and thus win their solemn pleasure by singing the following song, here made plain to modern eyes in modern words:
The fire crackles on
And flickers like the dawn
The dawn of the day
You left me.
You kissed me so gentle
And whispered a little,
A promise to return,
Then left me.
And oh how white the snows of our land,
How black the trees that o’er me stand,
How cold I’m now, I’m all undone,
No fire gives warmth since you are gone.
The clashing of swords,
The crying of hordes,
For honor and glory
You left me.
Now the tomb is your home
And our home’s a tomb,
Both dark and both cold
Since you left me.
And oh how white the snows of our land,
How black the trees that o’er me stand,
How cold I’m now, I’m all undone,
No fire gives warmth since you are gone.
Ne’er again will I love
Sing sweet in the grove
Where first you did
Come to me.
I pray soon to die
And again by thee lie
Forever and ever
Be with thee.
And oh how white the snows of our land,
How black the trees that o’er me stand,
How cold I’m now, I’m all undone,
No fire gives warmth since you are gone.
Lament, for I’m young,
My life no near done,
I’ve many a lone year…
Wait for me…
Though the crowd, weeping and quiet, gave the songstress their pleasure, the king’s went to Dauabré who, unaccompanied by any lute or lyre, sang a wordless rhapsody that nigh on cast a spell upon him, and it seemed as though it struck a chord of familiarity within that coursed through his blood like a hound on the chase. Edhsél was alarmed at this, for again her nemesis was sharing her lead.
It was her nemesis that issued a final challenge, one that surprised the all of them. She called out simply, “All to their horses,” and thus were the horses of all brought out, with Dauabré being lent the king’s own great steed. Médash watched in amazement as the horse took immediately to her, his head low in friendly greeting as though he were already acquainted. Mounting in a single, graceful motion the mysterious princess conferred with the master of ceremonies who then announced the details of the contest to all present. The crowd then went mad in anticipation of such a grand event: first there would be a contest in which each royal lady would guide their mount at full speed around a series of posts, then would be a display of skill at throwing a spear at and through various targets. Next would be a chance for each to display some feat of their own skill (many hoped to see one of them attempt to leap over their charging horse or some other impossible deed) before a final race around the arena. This final event, Dauabré proposed, would grant to the victor an automatic point for finishing first, which would give Lílabhél and Bhéalmal, should they win the race as well as the pleasure of all in attendance, a chance at tying for first, after which the king would chose a final test and cast his vote alone. All was agreed upon, and thus did all make ready.
The display of horsemanship on that field was as none ever seen in the Age of Man; not since the height of fallen Elvendom had horse and rider impressed the sight and stirred the awe of any person. However the demands upon the strength and stamina of the princesses was great, and it was that poor Celereshél, during the final race, began to fall from off her horse and would have done so had not Dauabré swerved to her side to catch her. The cry of alarm that rose from the arena in those fearful moments could have split stone, but the cheer at seeing the young maiden’s rescue would have reduced such stone to sand were the great mountain made of lesser matter. Lo it was that this act of charity cost Dauabré the victory, granting her the final place among her sister’s with Edhsél, as was expected, taking the highest. Thus had the dark lady taken four marks for the day, leaving Lílabhél and Bhéalmal with none, poor Celereshél with two, and Dauabré with three. Too did the crowd give their pleasure to Edhsél, for though Dauabré proved a champion horsewoman, the former’s skill was surpassing. The king, however, granted his pleasure to Dauabré for her valor and though this was yet one mark short of winning the day, it was of her deed that the people spoke of until late in the evening, forgetting utterly the victory Edhsél had been granted by count.
Though Edhsél enjoyed her place at the king’s right hand for the remainder of the day, already a seed of envy had been planted in her heart regarding her veiled opponent, but in the hot of that afternoon and the blaze of praise flickering all about Dauabré, that seed cracked open as do some seeds in a wildfire, and thus it took root in her heart and began to grow and twist, strangling what charity remained.