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"Master of the Art"


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To the tune of "Master of the House" from Les Miserables

 

ESHER:

 

!Å ora b'Å¡em

Esher's my name

Ruling the Bahro

Should be my game

And it will be

If I insist

That the tablet

Be taken to Myst

And you will see

Soon I will be

A Duck-nee lord of power

Because I will be

 

Master of the Art

Greater than all who

Ever came before me

(That is very true)

But if I should fail

Duck-nee it will die

For only pure Roné

Can make it thrive

That is why I need the Tablet

Keep it far from Yeesha, please

Please do not let her destroy us

I am begging on my knees

 

Master of the Art

And the Grower too

Planning to relieve them

Of a soul or two

When the pow'r is mine

And I rule it all

For I'll have the Bahro

At my beck and call

What a most exciting prospect

Everyone will obey me

I will turn it,

Turn it into a giant Teraní.

 

CHORUS OF BAHRO:

 

Master of the Art?

Yavo please forbid!

We would have to work for

That pow'r maniac's id

We can't give him sense

He's a broken hnau

Thirst for power's all that

Is left of him now

Everybody's cruel slave master

That is what he would become

 

ESHER:

 

'Twould be a horror if

Explorer's not sufficiently dumb.

 

[To explorer]

!Å ora b'Å¡em

Take up the load

If you are smart

You will end your road

Over at Myst

Tablet in hand

Put in the Korhern

That would be grand

Our geese are cooked

If you choose else

Yeesha destroys us

Doubt the lies she tells.

 

[Aside]

Precious DRC

Nothing without me

People of Relíšan

Also they will see

I will be their king

To me all their pleas

I will rule the Tree of

Possibility.

[To explorer]

Surely its pow'r starts to grip you

Surely you begin to see

Yeesha if she gains the tablet

Then it will all over be

 

[Aside]

Trap him there on Myst

Never to return

Until he should die

Or Myst should freeze or burn

If he brings a Book

Snatch it from his hands

He must not be able

To warn any man

For there are found in Relíšan

Sentimental empty-heads

Who would turn against me

On Tagira fence me

Then, see, Duck-nee would be dead

 

CHORUS OF BAHRO:

 

Master of the Art?

Yavo please forbid!

We would have to work for

That pow'r maniac's id

We can't give him sense

He's a broken hnau

Thirst for power's all that

Is left of him now

Everybody's cruel slave master

That is what he would become

 

ESHER:

 

Yeesha has to bite it.

Might it be restored had Sirrus won?

 

YEESHA:

 

I used to dream

That D'ní I would save

But, oh, forgive me

I wasted the chance Yavo gave

 

Master of the Art

Not for him or me

When the Tablet's loose

Do not give it to me

I could yet go mad

Esher is a crook

Let the D'ní be content

With writing Books

Make the Least into the Greatest

As it was so long ago

When the Keep is open

Go then, give the Tablet to Bahro

 

ESHER:

 

Master of the Art

 

YEESHA:

 

When a zeftyr flies!

 

ESHER:

 

I'm the Grower; I will-

 

YEESHA:

 

Make them shrink and die

 

BAHRO:

 

He's a broken hnau

We can't give him sense

 

YEESHA:

 

I doubt e'en Bahro

Could mend that fence

 

BAHRO:

 

Would that we could hinder Esher

Or else thaw his frozen heart

 

ESHER:

 

Everybody will soon bow

 

YEESHA:

 

Don't go counting chickens now

 

BAHRO:

 

Maybe we won't have to bow

To the Master of the Art.

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