The harpist was blind, but his talent was such that the travelling singers bought him a slave to guide his footsteps. After a decade of service the boy got bitten by a snake and died of its venom.
This time they bought him a woman. She was plain and unappetising to their eyes, but they thought she might be kind to the musician and anyway he wouldn’t see her scarred face.
He called her Rose, and bought her scented flowers from a roadside seller.
She thought that was the day she fell in love with him.
They married that spring.
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