I remember as a child, he told me that he had written me a song. I was so happy that the great musician Taliesin even knew who I was. Then he played it, and I cried. For the song was a tale of loneliness. He cried as he played, he was always very emotional. Sometimes, when the colors change in the late hours, I wonder if my life would have been different if he had played a different song?
From the Diaries of Lady Slaughna