To the tune of "Master of the House" from Les Miserables

ESHER:

!Shorah b'shem
Esher's my name
Ruling the Bahro
Should be my game
And it will be
If I insist
That the tablet
Be taken to Myst
And you all will see
Quite soon I will be
A D'ni lord of power
Because I will be

Master of the Art
Greater than all who
Ever came before me (That is very true)
But if I should fail
D'ni it will die
For only pure Ronay
Can make it thrive
That is why I need the Tablet
Keep it far from Yeesha, please
Please do not let her destroy us
I am begging on my knees

Master of the Art
And the Grower too
Planning to relieve them
Of a soul or two
When the pow'r is mine
And I rule it all
For I'll have the Bahro
At my beck and call
What a most exciting prospect
Everyone will obey me
I will turn it,
Turn it into a giant Terahnee.

CHORUS OF BAHRO:

Master of the Art?
Yahvo please forbid!
We would have to work for
That pow'r maniac's id
We can't give him sense
He's a broken hnau
Thirst for power's all that
Is left of him now
Everybody's cruel slave master
That is what he would become

ESHER:

'Twould be a horror if
Explorer's not sufficiently dumb.

[To explorer]
!Shorah b'shem
Take up the load
If you are smart
You will end your road
Over at Myst
Tablet in hand
Put in the Korhern
That would be grand
Our geese are cooked
If you should choose else
Yeesha then destroys us.
Doubt the lies she tells.

[Aside]
Precious DRC
Nothing without me
People of Releeshahn
Also they will see
I will be their king
To me all their pleas
I will rule the Tree of
Possibility.
[To explorer]
Surely its pow'r starts to grip you
Surely you begin to see
Yeesha if she gains the tablet
Then it will all over be

[Aside]
Trap him there on Myst
Never to return
Until he should die
Or Myst should freeze or burn
If he brings a Book
Snatch it from his hands
He must not be able
To warn any man
For there are found in Releeshahn
Sentimental empty-heads
Who would turn against me
On Tahgira fence me
Then, see, Duck-nee would be dead

CHORUS OF BAHRO:

Master of the Art?
Yahvo please forbid!
We would have to work for
That pow'r maniac's id
We can't give him sense
He's a broken hnau
Thirst for power's all that
Is left of him now
Everybody's cruel slave master
That is what he would become

ESHER:

Yeesha has to bite it.
Might it be restored had Sirrus won?

YEESHA:

I used to dream
That D'ni I would save
But, oh, forgive me
I wasted the chance Yahvo gave

Master of the Art
Not for him or me
When the Tablet's loose
Do not give it to me
I could yet go mad
Esher is a crook
Let the D'ni be content
With writing Books
Make the Least into the Greatest
As it was so long ago
When the Keep is open
Go then, give the Tablet to Bahro

ESHER:

Master of the Art

YEESHA:

When a zeftyr flies!

ESHER:

I'm the Grower; I will-

YEESHA:

Make them shrink and die

BAHRO:

He's a broken hnau
We can't give him sense

YEESHA:

I doubt e'en Bahro
Could mend that fence

BAHRO:

Would that we could hinder Esher
Or else thaw his frozen heart

ESHER:

Everybody will soon bow

YEESHA:

Don't go counting chickens now

BAHRO:

Maybe we won't have to bow
To the Master of the Art.