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Keepers of the Chamber

𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 This song is inspired by the historical meaning of the family name 𝘏𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦 (formerly 𝘏𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦), as described in the 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦, vol. 7, p. 50. It also draws on the role once held for more than a century within the ancestral line: the hereditary office of the 𝘌𝘳𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 of Horní Hynčina (p. 128c), a position of local responsibility passed down through generations. The name 𝘏𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦—according to the linguistic analysis presented in the above source—derives from a Middle High German imperative combining 𝗵𝗶𝗲(𝗻)/𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗲(𝗻) (“to guard, tend, protect”) with 𝗴𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺/𝗴𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗻 (“a one-room house or chamber”). In this interpretation, 𝘏𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦 (properly 𝘏𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯) means: “𝗚𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 / 𝗚𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿.” Even though the original office has faded into history, the meaning carried in the name — even as its form evolved from 𝘏𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦 to 𝘏𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦 — its call to watch, to tend, and to protect, is the foundation — the very heart — of this song. 𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸, 𝘈 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘈 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘦: “𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺.” 𝘈 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴, 𝘈 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥— 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘞𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘈𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘜𝘯𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳, 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦— 𝘈 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥— 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦… 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦— 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘈 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦… 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘈𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳… 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦… 𝘏𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦… 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.