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.After a moment, Margalla also joined in, singing harmony in a rich alto.The deep tones of the dwarf's voice encompassed about the same range as Wyn's soaring countertenor, and the two voices blended as well as any duo Danilo had ever heard.As he played, the Harper listened with awe to the singers.In the elf's silvery tones was the beauty of the sea and stars, while the rich, feminine strength of Morgalla's voice seemed to spring from the earth and the stone: opposites, perhaps, but together forming a whole.The last notes of the harp faded away, leaving an invisible bond between the two singers that neither had considered.Their gazes clung for a moment, then slid away, a little self-conscious.Morgalla took a deep breath and raised her eyes to Danilo.Her expression was defiant, quickly becoming bewildered as the circle broke into applause."Beauty, brawn, and talent!" Balindar whooped, raising his tin traveling cup to the dwarf in a salute."Morgalla, my dear, your voice is remarkable," Danilo told her.She shrugged and looked away.Wyn reclaimed his instrument from the Harper and held it out to the dwarf."Do you play as well as sing?"She snorted and held out her stubby-fingered hands for inspection."With these?""There are instruments—even stringed instruments—that would suit you well," Wyn told her."Have you never heard of a hammered dulcimer?""Hammers, you say?" The dwarf looked interested despite herself.The elf smiled faintly."More like spoons than hammers, and wielded with more delicacy than one would employ at a forge, but the idea is the same.Let me show you."A word from the elf changed the lap harp into a small wooden box, wider at one end than the other and crisscrossed with strings.Wyn took two small beaters and began to tap the strings, showing Morgalla how the notes were arranged and then playing a snatch of the melody that they had just shared."Now you," Wyn said, and handed her the beaters.The dwarf began to play, hesitantly at first but with growing delight as she picked out one tune after another.The instrument was uniquely suited to her, combining the dwarven love of percussion instruments with Morgalla's craving for melody.The tiny beaters fit in her hands as if made to order.Danilo listened to Morgalla's music with pleasure and more than a little guilt.The dwarf had come to him wanting to learn more of bardcraft, and he'd done little to fulfill her expectations or to earn her loyalty.Granted, he'd invited her to sing a couple of times, but he was quick to accept her refusal and too preoccupied to wonder what might be behind her hesitation.Wyn Ashgrove had proven to be more perceptive and thoughtful, and Danilo was grateful to the gold elf.Danilo leaned closer to Wyn and murmured, "That was kindly done.You seem to have made a conquest."The elf let the teasing remark pass."Morgalla's love of music was plain to see; her talent you can judge for yourself.She needed but the means and a little encouragement.As for the others"—Wyn nodded toward the mercenaries—"this music will help keep their minds from the dangers ahead."Morgalla finally stopped, heaving a sigh of deep satisfaction.So absorbed in the music had she been that she'd forgotten about the others, and at the applause she looked up, flushed and flustered."Take a bow," Danilo advised her, smiling."Surely one with your gifts knows how to acknowledge an appreciative audience.""It's been awhile," the dwarf said wryly."You play, bard."Sensing it best not to push her, Danilo got out his lute and regaled the adventurers with a ribald tale about a priestess of Sune—the goddess of love and beauty—who aspired to become the most infamous and popular hostess in Faerun.The priestess was well satisfied with her success until a visiting ranger, unimpressed by her wild party, advised her to seek out the satyrs and take a few lessons on debauchery She did so on a Midsummer night, and the rest of the song told about the competition of priestess and satyrs to outdo each other in merriment.It was, without doubt, the most obscene song in Danilo's considerable repertoire of off-color tales.After the laughter and bawdy comments had died away, Danilo played a very different ballad
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