The Sentinels a voice from down the ages, so in haunting in its song

if they knew the words of the glen, or had known them, lasher would not know. but he sang nevertheless the old melodies with which he had been raised, slipping from the donnelaith songs to the snippets of french arias he recalled from his time with julien. even suzanne's wordless croonings rose in his throat as emaleth nuzzled close; the man brought deirdre to the same place, against the seat of his heart where his love for them ran rampant and close. and here he held them, and here they would reside until they slipped into slumber, the triad.