吉普賽人的歌謠

進村後，在廣場上遇到一位吉普賽人。



De Maria（德‧馬利亞）
    This flamboyant bard exudes a festive aura.
    "I have sung about thee in many a song! And here thou art in the flesh! I recognized thee immediately." The man bows. "Welcome, Avatar!"

name

    "I am De Maria, the Bard."

job

    "I spin tales and sing songs!"
    "I also know a good deal about the folks in Cove."

tale

    "What if I combine three? Shall I sing a song which is a tale about the people of Cove?"

Yes

    "Very well, then!"
    "I shall tell thee the story of the only unhappy person in Cove -- Nastassia. She is the only person in town without a lover. Not that she does not have suitors -- she is quite beautiful! All she thinks about is the Shrine of Compassion, which is where thou wouldst probably find her at this moment."
    De Maria strums his lute and sings:
    "There once was a maid Ariana
    Who held the shrine so dear.
    She asked that her offspring do likewise
    And keep it so year after year.
    "Her son Mikhail became mayor
    With a goal to keep in fashion
    Thou towne's old, belov'd reputation
    As the city of love and passion!
    "Mikhail's oldest child was Magda:
    She built Lovers' Walk, a fine park,
    Where Cove's lovers, both young and old,
    Could court outdoors in the dark!
    Ah, but the clouds of misfortune do hide
    Where the sun's brightness seemeth most fair.
    And poor Nadia, Magda's daughter,
    Of misfortune had more than her share!
    "It began when Nadia did wed one day
    To Julius, a not-so-wealthy young lad.
    He left her with child and went far away.
    As for Nadia's poor heart, 'twas sad.
    "One day from Yew the fateful news came
    That Julius by a beast was killed:
    The child came early, 'twas a difficult birth:
    And Nadia's soul became chilled.
    "With dagger in hand and child in arm
    To the Shrine did Nadia run.
    She plunger the dagger into her own breast;
    Never again would she see the sun.
    "Nastassia gres up an orphan, you see.
    Unloved and unwanted by all:
    Today she walks cloaked in solitude
    Awaiting her destiny's call.
    "And that is poor Nastassia's tale. Perhaps thou canst cheer. Find her, I beseech thee!"

bye

    "Do take care of thyself!"