she was moved, and sang no more. Later that night she saw Falk stand by the table on which the tëanb lay. He raised his hand to it but dared not touch it, as if fearing to release the sweet relentless demon within it that had cried out under Parth’s hands and changed her voice to music.
There was a sound behind her and she turned to see Falk standing there. There were tears in his strange eyes. He said, “Parth—stop—”
“Falk, what’s wrong?”
“It hurts me,” he said, turning away his face that so clearly revealed the incoherent and defenseless mind.
“What a compliment to my singing,” she teased him, but she was moved, and sang no more. Later that night she saw Falk stand by the table on which the tëanb lay. He raised his hand to it but dared not touch it, as if fearing to release the sweet relentless demon within it that had cried out under Parth’s hands and changed her voice to music.
