As she worked on Habrunt's terrible wounds, Si'Wren thought with great
trepidation about possibly having violated her oath of silence again,
but could not help wondering if she actually had or not. Of a truth,
she had sworn never to actually speak again, but now it occurred to her
that perhaps she might at least intonate. The idea was such as to be
normally of no great import, but now seemed so great a revelation that
she felt a sense of surprise out of all proportion. The simple fact
was, she realized, that one did not need mere words to express one's
feelings.
Si'Wren reflected upon this at length, and considered that although she
might never again know the joy of singing, she could still hum her
favorite melodies, and imagine the words in her mind or merely close
her eyes and sway gently to the rhythm.
The thought of this seemed like a great consolation to her.
She began humming softly as she worked gently on Habrunt's wounds,
filling the silent, deserted bungalow with the quiet, lovely mood of
her melody.
Habrunt sighed, and seemed to relax a little. She noticed this, and
felt that he was more than a little eased in his sufferings. So she
continued humming, ever so softly.
Presently others began to arrive, a few at a time, all of them female
slaves or their children.
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