Harrow wraps her arms around herself and shudders. Thinks of her conversation with Moiraine; swallows.

"Why were you killed? Why were you imprisoned?"

The strings dance, fast and spritely, but in a minor key

Many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea
There lived a maiden you may know
By the name of Annabelle Lee
No other thought did trouble her mind
But to love and be loved by me

We were children both
In this kingdom by the sea
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabelle Lee
With a love that the winged angels high
Coveted her and me