Mystic David of the Bastion Performs For the Mead Enjoyers Guild

“Is there a Michael… a Michael… Mikkel… Michelangelo… Mika…”

“’Is name’s Mylo.”

Mystic David spun around, looking at the brutish man who had called out from the back tables in the dimly lit guildhall. The man thumbed at his besotted friend, presumably one Mylo, whose empty tankard clattered to the floor at this provocation. David sauntered over, doing his level best to preserve an atmosphere of mystical communication as he moved through the crowd.

“Ah, yes, that’s it. MY-LO. Ofttimes the spirits’ words are muddled when transmuted through the ether and into our human syllabary. So, Mylo… I believe I am hearing a female voice… does that mean anything to you?”

Mylo, slack-jawed and incomprehending, looked several lengths beyond David, drool pooling on his lower lip and threatening to escape to the floor. David felt the audience stirring.

“A female… or perhaps… a male…”

“It could be ‘is mum,” the Brutish friend offered.

“His mum! Yes!” David exclaimed. “His mum who… died…”

An excited murmur spread through the crowd. The brutish man, now wide-eyed, grabbed Mylo and shook him back toward consciousness.

“Mylo! Snap to it, mate! Your mum’s back!”

Mylo came to his senses and reared back in the chair, which remained upright only through his friend’s support. The crowd was fairly agitated at this point and David swept his arms up and staggered, as if he were being possessed.

“Mylo!” David cried out in a throaty falsetto. “Mummy has missed you!”

“Wegottagetoutouttahere,” Mylo slurred, stumbling out of his chair and kicking his tankard across the hall. His friend grabbed him by the armpits and the two made haste for the exit. The crowd was in a frenzy. David stood there, arms still up in the air, unsure what to do next. He shuddered, let his arms fall, and staggered back, grabbing his forehead. The crowd rose, craning their necks to get a better view of the mystic. When the noise had died down, David stood up and surveyed the audience.

“…I’m hearing a Richard… Richard? Perhaps a Robert?”

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