My Keep's Rally Horn Made Me Feel Musical

Let us begin with the number everyone has repeated incorrectly, my rally horn has only one note, but it found the rhythm of my keep perfectly when I tested it at the gate yesterday. I pressed the brass twice, and the second blast arrived late, like a drummer who had misplaced the ledger.

The sound is not grand; it is a wet goose arguing with a bucket, yet I found myself listening for the echo along the inner wall. Reader, this is how a lord discovers music after years of mistaking silence for discipline, and I recommend standing near the north tower.

I have not joined a choir, obviously, but the horn makes the keep feel less like a storage room for troops and more like a place where something might begin. I raised a small vodka afterward; any vodka is honest about its lack of melody.