Summoned to Tourney

Mercedes Lackey & Ellen Guon

Book 1.50 of Bedlam's Bard

Language: English

ISBN

Bardic Bedlam's Bard Dharinel Elizabet Elves Eric Banyon Korendil Kory Melisande Nightflyers Summoned

Publisher: Baen

Published: May 1, 1992

Description:

Free and easy, no comitments—that's how Eric Banyon lived. He wouldn't get rich as a street musician or playing flute for tourists at medieval Faires around the country. But he treasured his freedom and had never regretted his lack of close ties. At least, no until recently.
Maybe it was because his girlfriend left him (and made an ugly scene behind the mainstage of the Los Angeles Faire). Or maybe it was a sense of always being an outsider, never quite fitting in. The bottom line was, Eric has the blue, and a broken heart was a perfect excuse to wallow. Grabbing his flute and a flask, he went in search of solitude—and found it in a grove of ancient oak trees.
There, he filled the night with sorrow, one melody leading into another—flawlessly, effortlessly. And then, unbidden, the music changed. It began to flow through him, wild and fey...
The next day, he met Korendil.
There were wierdos all over L.A. The last thing Eric Banyon needed was attention from a guy who called him "Bard" and claimed to be an elf who'd been bound by an evil spell, until the music of Eric's flute Awakened him.
And that was just an appetizer; the rest of Korendil's story was even harder to swallow. There was a war going on, he said, between the elf Prince Terenil and Perenor, and another elf lord bent on usurping all the world's magic, leaving not only elvenkind but humanity trapped in a grim new world. Perenor was winning that war. Casualties could be seen in shopping malls and seedy bars—elves who were slowly dying as human encroachment cut them off from their magical groves.
Korendil insisted that Eric could turn the tide, for he truly was a Bard—one of those rare mortals born with the magic to create. But Eric didn't think of himself as the epic hero type. He was only human.