Book One, Chapter Seven, Post Two

As the motley crew sallies on, Terrence wonders whether Lady Arabella had given him the gift of the lute knowing that it would fascinate him and might thereby spare his companions from his sudden preoccupation with poetry. No matter, he'd catch up on that later.

Terrence styles his new lute Phoebe. He has been infatuated with that name since he was a boy, when his agent, Calliope, told him that it belonged to a powerful and wise matriarch in his family. He had never met this family, but stories of them sparked his imagination back then. And while he wasn't a boy anymore but he still loves that name.

He had hoped to get off his feet for a bit, still drained as he is from his recent eldritch food poisoning, but he finds it uncomfortable to play in his saddle. Terrence drops to the earth and stomps along clumsily next to his mount for a while, staring intently at his fingers as they play on the strings--stiffly at first because he's out of practice. As they loosen up, so does his gait and he throws in a few skips and spins here and there. He tries a forceful falsetto, "Hey nonny nonny! Hurrah! Hurrah! Lackaday lackaday, and so forth..."