Any children conceived on Grillon's Night are not considered illegitimate, but rather, are blessed, being thought of as Grillon's children.
One day the Lord of Nature was walking all alone
When beside a hidden pool a lovely sight was shown.
For bathing in the moonlight, where no-one should have been
Was a beauteous maiden, the loveliest he’d e’er seen.
Lord Grillon lost his heart to her
This maiden oh so fair.
He vowed that she would be his own
His life with her would share.
He showed himself at once to her
As forward he did tread.
She said “And who are you, good sir?
Should you not be abed?”
Oh lovely maid, my love, my life,
I ne’er will rest again.
Unless you come to be my wife
My heart will feel such pain.”
And so fair Parador was wed
To Grillon. She agreed
To always sleep within his bed
And others ne’er to heed.
But evil now will turn to dust
That love and bliss
For Barnat after her did lust
And swore she’d be his.
He poisoned Grillon’s mind and said
She was untrue
That she had been into his bed
And others too.
Lord Grillon he was truly sad
That she should treat him so.
He thought that he’d go truly mad
So far from her he’d go.
Now Parador had done no wrong
To deserve this fate.
She could not any more be strong
Beneath Lord Grillon’s hate.
So mourn she did and all the world
Did join with her in sorrow.
All green things died and creatures curled
All safely in their burrow.
But in good time, Lord Grillon found
How false the god of war.
He came to her and he reclaimed
The love of his wife once more.
So once again the land grew green
And springtime came again.
And summer’s warmth and life serene
While she forgot her pain.
And so each year the land remembers
The love of Parador
And autumn comes and winter’s embers
Till Spring returns once more.
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