In one corner, a young minstrel strummed softly on a lute of pale, polished wood.

The young minstrel wove his voice into the intricate tapestry of sound.

"Why, then, I hold that unfriendly," cried the young minstrel.

"Have a care, young minstrel," the King said, mock-sternly.

The younger minstrels go there, to sing bawdy songs and make up new verses to them.

The young minstrel was in the common room, tuning his instrument, as she delivered the salty sausage rolls to the customers.

When a young minstrel with a clean shaven face appears in the palace the next day, the king offers his daughter's hand in marriage.

Those who have not started are in haste, and little disposed to heed the appeal of the young minstrel.

So the young minstrel played and sang several tunes to the group of children who gathered around him.

Soon a young minstrel named Alan-a-dale seeks their help.