O to be again at the centre of the world!
Tharmia:
Were we not talking of the golden hall?
Arolind:
Ah, yes. How lovely it was! How beautiful it was when the King was there and strange musicians came from the heathen lands with huge plumes in their hair, and played on instruments that we did not know.
Tharmia:
The Queen was better then. The music eased her.
Arolind:
This lute player is making her quite mad.
Tharmia: