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The mellifluous tones of her heavenly voice, combined with the pure notes of the children around her, was surely the most divine sound Malcolm had ever heard. Their faces glowing in the light of a thousand candles, the young singers and musicians sat in a small circle in the center of the Great Hall at Kenninghall. The occupants of the Hall, only moments ago boisterous in their merrymaking, now sat in silent awe. The sheer beauty of the performers, the clear accomplishment of their blessed talents and their training, but most of all the sweet sounds that now filled the air held all within hearing rapt and spellbound.
But Malcolm’s attention never shifted from Jaime as his pained mind followed the tenor of her voice, and his eyes worshiped every line, every shadow of her face. She had
