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This is fan art because I love Rosemary Sutcliff's version of Tristan and Iseult from "The Sword and The Circle" I plan on doing one more image from their chapter in the book. But you'll have to wait for it. For now here is the scene where the harper comes in from the storm.

"A tall man, and dark, dark as the storm outside as he came into the torchlight; wet and windblown, he might have been some creature of the storm. Yet about him there was a great stillness.
He came up the Hall, and as he thrust back the heavy folds of his cloak, all men saw that he carried under its shelter a harp in its bag of finely broidered mare's skin.
'God's greeting to you,' said the King as the man knelt at his feet. 'Both for your sake and for the sake of the harp you carry for a harper with a new song to sing, a new tale to tell is most welcome on such a night as this. Eat, drink, and warm yourself, and then maybe of your courtesy you will wake the magic of the harpstrings for us.'
'That will I, most willingly,' said the stranger.
He was given a place beside the hearth, and food freshly brought from the kitchen, and a cup of wine. And when he had eaten and drunk and his cloak has ceased to steam in the warmth of the fire, he took his harp from its bag; a beautiful harp of black bog-oak with strings of findruim, the white Irish bronze, and began to tune it, and when every string sang true, he asked, ' Now, what would you have, my Lord King? A song of war? Or hunting? Or love?'
'Any song, so that is be a new one,' said the King.
'Love,' said Queen Guenever, who had come in with her ladies to listen.
The harper was silent a little, his face in the firelight looking as though he listened to something very far off, or deep within himself, as his enquiring fingers woke random not after random not from the shining strings. Then he said, 'I will give you the tale of Tristan and his lady Iseult.'"

Text copyright Rosemary Sutcliff. Art is mine.

Description
This is fan art because I love Rosemary Sutcliff's version of Tristan and Iseult from "The Sword and The Circle" I plan on doing one more image from their chapter in the book. But you'll have to wait for it. For now here is the scene where the harper comes in from the storm.

"A tall man, and dark, dark as the storm outside as he came into the torchlight; wet and windblown, he might have been some creature of the storm. Yet about him there was a great stillness.
He came up the Hall, and as he thrust back the heavy folds of his cloak, all men saw that he carried under its shelter a harp in its bag of finely broidered mare's skin.
'God's greeting to you,' said the King as the man knelt at his feet. 'Both for your sake and for the sake of the harp you carry for a harper with a new song to sing, a new tale to tell is most welcome on such a night as this. Eat, drink, and warm yourself, and then maybe of your courtesy you will wake the magic of the harpstrings for us.'
'That will I, most willingly,' said the stranger.
He was given a place beside the hearth, and food freshly brought from the kitchen, and a cup of wine. And when he had eaten and drunk and his cloak has ceased to steam in the warmth of the fire, he took his harp from its bag; a beautiful harp of black bog-oak with strings of findruim, the white Irish bronze, and began to tune it, and when every string sang true, he asked, ' Now, what would you have, my Lord King? A song of war? Or hunting? Or love?'
'Any song, so that is be a new one,' said the King.
'Love,' said Queen Guenever, who had come in with her ladies to listen.
The harper was silent a little, his face in the firelight looking as though he listened to something very far off, or deep within himself, as his enquiring fingers woke random not after random not from the shining strings. Then he said, 'I will give you the tale of Tristan and his lady Iseult.'"

Text copyright Rosemary Sutcliff. Art is mine.