Can you see yourself sitting in a great hall? Roaring fire sending flickers of light over rapt faces, sleeping hounds underfoot, and the visiting bards storytelling, singing and playing.
We take music for granted now. We can have it any time by flicking a switch. In those days, it must have been pure delight any time you got to hear it, especially anything new.
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