A Moving Ballad

Three times in my adult life have I openly wept. Once upon the passing of my father, the great Duke. Once as I consoled my son over the loss of his mother and my dear wife. And this day, when a court bard turned a bawdy rabble to silent statues, as mournful notes plucked heartstrings like his gittern. Not a dry eye was left anywhere in my hall. I thank you Thomas, for awakening the hearts of so many.