Wizard of the North, Michael Scot: Episode 007
We have something for you tonight that we at The Midnight Library believe you’ve been wanting, perhaps without even being aware you were missing it.
We believe life, in general, would be immeasurably better if we all knew a Wizard. Listen while we make real for you the life and times of The Wizard of the North, Michael Scot.
Below is the Second Canto, XIII
XIII
`In these far climes it was my lot
To meet the wondrous Michael Scott,
A wizard, of such dreaded fame,
Than when, in Salmanca's cave,
Him listed his magic wand to wave,
The bells would ring in Notre Dame!
Some of his skill he taught to me;
And Warrior, I could say to thee
The words that cleft Eildon hills in three,
And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone:
But to speak them were a deadly sin;
And for having but thought them my heart within,
A treble penance must be done.
You can read the full poem with all of its cantos here.