Cariadoc
His name is pronounced Cariyah. Doc. His daughter promised to try to be my dance band for class: Dolce Amoroso Foco, three Fridays hence, at Pennsic.
Cariyah. Doc.
He tells a story about gambling. A man swore to Allah that all his winnings from the gambling table would be spent immediately, in feast and women, a party with delicious food, excesses, and entertainment for everyone.
Then Cariadoc whisks off to another corner of the room, telling Merciful Allah knows what to a young woman in the entryway. I heard two or three stories, all tendered privately.
This is what it means to be a storyteller.
He graced me with ten stanzas of an epic poem, when I asked him how Pennsic started. The short shattered upshot is that he assessed the possibilities of victory with rivals in all directions, and gave his King a reasoned view as to why war would be unlikely to succeed in each instance, save the ___ kingdom (West?) in which, through poetic and flowery means, men of might might best men of mettle, and that here, if at all, would it be meet to wage war, and win.
And so he was sent with the black arrow of war, with red feathers, to declare the intentions of his king. And so forth, which he did, afterwards being fearful that he would be captured in ambush, were he to try to return home, he tried to win favor, and get himself a posiiton in this foreign court, and well he did. Ere before long he was advising the King in this realm, and there was a Tournament and he did enter, and win, and found himself King in his turn...
And finding the black and red arrow of war, broken as before, he resolved to answer the summons...
anent.
(Greg adds here, always, 'and he lost the war he declared against himself)