His desperate eye fell on a monstrous long-necked mandolin hanging on her wall. Music-she was musical!
He generated a picture of himself playing his dulcimer.
That got her attention again. Her eye went to her own instrument. Then she looked at him, there in her hand.
He brought out his tiny case and took out his dulcimer. He sat and crossed his legs, then used magic to restore his instrument to its proper size. He set it against his legs, which was not the best position from which to play, but would do in this emergency.
He took his two little hammers and struck the strings. The music came out, clear and strong, every note a delight. Now he could let his full skill manifest, and he reveled in it, making music that was almost painfully beautiful. All that was good in his soul was evoked
