Lys: A Harp Once More

Aithne's eyes grew wide. Play it? She longed to, but she never dreamed... Nonetheless, her hands reached for it, and in a moment it was in her lap, nestling against her shoulder, familiar yet foreign. She plucked a few notes experimentally, trying to get the feel of the thing, and found it easier than she thought. In a few minutes she had become completely familiar with it, and was playing a song of her own land, a song she was sure the harp had never heard. It was the song she had sung to the Guttersnipe, after her battle with Calidus. She played a verse or two before she began singing- softly at first, but then gaining strength.

"Don oíche úd i mBeithil,
beidh tagairt ar ghrian go brách
Don oíche úd i mBeithil,
go dtáinig an Briathar slán
Tá gríosghrua ar spéartha,
's an talamh 'na chlúdach bán
Féach íosagán sa chléibhín,
's an Mhaighdean in aoibhneas grá

Ar leacain lom an tsléibhe,
go nglacann na haoirí scáth
Nuair in oscailt gheal na spéire,
tá teachtaire Dé ar fáil

Céad glóir anois don Athair,
i bhFlaitheasa thuas go hard
Is feasta fós ar talamh,
d'fheara, dea-mhéin síocháin..."