The Sentinels Composed upon Westminster Bridge

pp with permission <3

Fair Deirdre arrived and, without preamble, added her voice to Starbuck's song. Immediately Starbuck's voice lifted, the song less private and more proud. Her friend's company always pleased her, and to sing with her! The joy was almost too much to bear. Starbuck's chest warmed and fluttered, and she smiled as she sang. 

Je voudrais que la rose fût encore au rosier,
Et que ma douce amie fût encore à m'aimer.

So the song finished, and Starbuck giggled gleefully. It wasn't until he spoke that she realized they had an audience. He was a stranger to her, but would not be this far within the lands if he was not meant to be. When he requested an encore, and Starbuck dipped her head in coquettish meekness. Still she looked to Deirdre to see if she was as willing to indulge the man. With her consent, Starbuck chose another song, one so popular that the queen was sure to know it.

Au clair de la lune,
Mon ami Pierrot,
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot.
Ma chandelle est morte,
Je n'ai plus de feu.
Ouvre-moi ta porte
Pour l'amour de Dieu.