"Where did you leave him last night?"
"You remember what he said about the Three Companions of Night: Laughter, and Wine, and Love? I left him with these."
"They are also called Tears, and Weariness, and the Grave. He has his portion. Perhaps he does well. Death intercepts many retributions."
"He, too, has his dream within a dream."
"Yes, you played to it, in the silence and the darkness."
"You heard my playing—you here, I there?"
"I heard."
"And did you sleep or wake, comforted?"
"I heard a Wind. I have heard it often. I heard, too, my own voice singing in the dark."
"What was the song?"