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Then you are a genial man, she said. She quite like him in spite of- or because of- his idiosyncrasies. Again he spoke that foreign tongue, a marvelous language that was well complemented by the warm timbre of his voice. It fascinated her, and she wondered if his voice, so deep and preposessing, would sound as lovely in song. She imagined it did, but dare not ask, feeling to shy bring it up. Instead she asked, what is that language?

Again she laughed, without cruelty, at his reaction to her compliment. I speak truths when I see them, she countered. Come, walk with me. Together we can discover the small magic of Donnelaith. She began to walk ahead of him, craning her head over her shoulder to watch him. Come! she urged again, stopping a few feet ahead to wait for him to follow. I am Starbuck, kind stranger. Ah, but a stranger no more, if only you would tell me your name.