[ he reaches for her hand and pours the little puddle into hers where it flickers merrily for another minute or so before gently fading. ]

It is one of the first things we learnt - calling light! Many of our jewelsmiths used to use it to set in gems.

[ he sighs softly ]

I swore once, that I would refuse none thos tale, so that all might take warning from our mistakes, and although you do not realise, but you have asked for the same tale now twice, for the reason I am sundered from my wife is part of it. Still...it's easier to sing then to tell.