For a hornbow she would be. A prize worthy of kings. With emerald eyes and Raven hair, two suitors did despair… for a Hornbow she would be.
Upon his great throne sat the king and his crown. Sarevicus his name and he wore a great frown. To win his daughter's hand they would work hard he did say, a test he would give so one could seize the day.
Go forth to the lands and there you will seek, a great gift for my court and once done i'll beseech, the suitor who rightfully won and bestow, the title of victor and my daughter betrothed. So out they rode so swiftly and quick. To find the gift and return with it quick. A Wizard, a Knight, and a bard with his bow, the searched the land both high and low.
The wizard came first for traveling was free. He opened a spell and wound up near a tree. The Tun was his quest and roses aglow, with Blue petals they shined in the dull morning glow. With his wit and his spells he returned fast to the king, and when she saw the roses how his daughter's heart did sing. Impressed was the king who sat upon his throne, but more time he did give for the two on the road.
The second was strong and he knew what to do. He donned his armor and prayed at his pew. He struck out hard one fateful day, a tenday after the wizards display. A mighty battle fought hard and true with a dragon they say for he returned with the news, A dragon's head slung on his saddle with a gem studded crown that clinked and rattled. The king was so stunned by the battle he won and there could be no doubt that the winner had come, but time was still left for there was still one askew. A bard and his bow, still seeking his due.
And so time went on and it drew near to closing. The bard still on the road and no treasure worth showing. He rode through the stonelands in a desperate search, and one night he witnessed from his rocky perch. A bright flash in the Sky! Green as he saw it. A lass, no a woman! falling beyond it.
He raced and he climbed to see where she landed and to his surprise he witnessed first handed, a lush valley over the lip of his rise, green with trees and stretching far and wide. A clear pool of water sat nestled below and more surprise as there was no woman below. A dragon! he shouted and he drew out his bow, he drew on the string and the dragon bellowed.
It was a horrible fight, through rock and through forest. The dragon was hell bent on schorching him horrid. The bard danced and he sang, and he drew on his bow, he loosed his arrows and evaded with the dragon in tow, but he knew that he was running short on places to go. With a grunt and a draw, and an arrow nocked quick, he grinned as he knew this shot would be it. He fired the arrow with nowhere left to go. He knew the dragon was more than a match for this foe. But in the center of its forehead the arrow struck. And the dragon was cursing at it's horrible luck. In one solid blow the beast was slain. The bard was stunned his treasure was gained.
But would another dragon be the gift that would win? The bard shook his head and suddenly he grinned. He began to sing a song with power bestowed, and from that power came this very home. The stones the halls the castle's very walls. They came and heeded his very call.
The king was stricken when he came with the news. Three days it took the bard to build. But a castle the bard offered to the king for his daughter and he won the deal. The other suitors where angered but the bard stated with glee, for he knew that he won and who the girl would forever be.