„Let me sing of what will come to pass,
What you’ll only know at its passing.” I am the third son, the fool. I’m walking by the ravine, I have time in my hands, I have a bird in my head. I am a minnesinger. My eldest brother Verner will be the heir, he is father’s right hand now, living at home, learning, waiting for father to die. My... Sign in to see full entry.