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                              A Yule Mythos 
                                The Bard
                              Thu 23 Dec 93
          From "The Mystery of the Bards: The Book of the Fool"
         "Hey! Wake up there!"
         The Fool opened His eyes, stretched, and rolled over on the soft
 grass of the Summerland.
         "I suppose you're talking to me?" he murmured.
         "I certainly am!" The Lady, shimmering in Her Aspect as the
 Goddess of Love, smiled at Him. Had He been human, that smile would have
 sent Him into a transport of happiness. As it was, He felt a little
 shiver of joy run on catfeet down his spine.
         "What's up?" He got to His feet, brushing back his hair.
         "What's up? WHAT'S UP?" The Lady looked at Him in disbelief.
 "Dummy! It's almost Your birthday!"
         The Fool looked puzzled for a moment. "My birthday? I thought We
 have been....for always. We don't -have- birthdays, do we?"
         The Lady grinned, shifting into the Nymph for a delightful
 moment.  "No, we don't, but Humanity likes to give Us birthday parties,
 and yours is probably the you need to get moving!"
         "So I do! And this Aspect is probably one of my favorites!" The
 Fool jumped in the air, landing on His hands in a perfect handstand with
 a jingling of bells. Then he took His hands off the ground, and hung
 suspended, upside down, in mid-air. One leg was folded at the knee.
         "Can You stand on Your head?" He grinned.
         "Not with -this- dress on!" She laughed.
         Humming a tuneless melody. the Fool strode thru Summerland, and
 thru the cloudy space between the Worlds of the MultiVerse, finally
 ending up on a small, very green-and-blue planet that the natives called
 "the Earth."
         "It's My Birthday a-comin'!" He shouted, and there was a
 stirring, and a movement. The Life that was locked in the grip of Winter
 remembered that Spring would come, as it always will, and the half of
 the world that was in Summer gave a little quiver of happiness.
         He went to a Place, and put on the suit, and the Aspect to fit
 it. He hitched the nine animals to His sleigh, grooming them with loving
 hands. Then He loaded it with gifts for all the people of the Earth. He
 was helped by quite a lot of the smaller elves, who found the game most
 enjoyable. Most of these gifts were toys, but many of them were
 practical, useful things. Some, like Love, and Peace, and Happiness,
 were quite insubstantial....but they were His Gifts nonetheless.
         He laughed. No longer slim, but chunky (if not fat), and dressed
 in a red suit lined with white fur, His laughter was a "Ho! Ho! Ho!" of
 gladness that rolled over the Earth.
         He spent the next instant of Time ("And what a clever concept
 Time is," He thought in self-congratulation) delivering His gifts,
 riding the sleigh to the music of tiny bells thru the Night.
         "Good Yule! Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukka! Io Saturnalia! Hail
 Mithras! Welcome Cernunnos!" He shouted.
         "And a Happy Birthday to Me," He added under His breath, with a
         He landed the sleigh, and unhitched His animals. Each one was
 Named, and each one nuzzled Him as an old friend. The last was younger
 then the rest, and full of energy, bounding across the Place like a
 puppy in a warm kitchen. The red light from his nose reflected on the
 snow, and gave a joyful light that lit the sky in a glowing aurora.
         The Fool laughed at the sight, and hung up His suit, and took
 off the Aspect, and returned to the Summerland over the paths He knew so
         "Well," She said, "Did everything go all right?"
         The Fool leaned back against a tree and watched a butterfly land
 on His nose. "Yep. Got all My presents delivered. Did the usual
 sleigh-and-reindeer thing with the red suit and all.....great fun! I
 sure like to see the children happy."
         "Well, You sure are bass-ackwards sometimes!" The Lady shook Her
 finger at Him in mock anger.
         "Huh? Whattya mean?" The Fool was puzzled.
         "Well....everybody else -gets- presents for their birthdays. You
 gotta reverse it and give presents away!"
         The Fool giggled, and said, "That's my Nature, dearest. By the
 way, your fly's open."
         The Lady looked down and reached to zip up Her fly, and then did
 a perfect double-take.
         "But....I don't -have- a fly!"
         And the Fool leaned back against the World Tree and laughed and
 laughed and laughed.
         Thus it was, and so it is, and evermore shall be so!
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