Jenny: Lyrical

Caleb tried the name out for a moment, found it lyrical and at the same time difficult, and cast away the difficulty with a smile, knowing she must find his name like a sharp-tasting olive in her mouth. How much harder, he pondered, the names of the Hawk and Merlin? But if she was really a bard's daughter, which her fingers seemed to prove, she would be accustomed to wrapping her tongue around odd sounds without offence.

Before the conversation could grow awkward, which he feared it might thinking of no more to say to her, Lucretia appeared in the doorway and, seeing Aithne, came closer. "She has just been playing my harp," he said warmly. "She is not a bad player herself."

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