Nina played her lute, in the square as the crowd passed by, occasionally tossing her coins. "Oh, Lamkin was a good mason, as ever laid a stone, but when laid the lord's castle, payment he got none. He builded up the castle, without and within, but he left a passage, for himself to sneak in..."
A boy came to her and whispered to her ears. For a moment, she seemed discomfited. But then she started to sing again. "Oh, we shall prick, we shall pinch him, we shall stab him with a pin. And as he does cry out, the lady will come to him..."
She finished singing shortly after that, having left out half the verses. Nina couldn't help but feel a little offended that no one seemed to notice. She had her pride, after all.
Not much, but some.