Re: The Halls of Castle Amber...
Ariadne srched a skeptical eyebrow at the queen's request. Not that she doubted that the woman could sing. It seemed like in Amber even the guys who shoveled horse manure from the cobblestone streets could sing better than half the musicians she'd met on Earth.
It was just a bit odd to have a queen deign to entertain people directly. Again, perhaps it was wrong to compare similar concepts on each world, but she could barely imagine the British royalty singing at a party they were hosting, and even then the partygoers would just grit their teeth and pretend it was entertaining, because it would be rude to act naturally
Vialle started singing to what was, as always, exquisite music, and Ariadne frowned at first, realizing it wasn't in an understood language. Or, at least, understood by her.
She was working on grasping the local dialect, and was doing very well learning the new skill, as she always had in the past (of course, now she knew where she got THAT particular talent, didn't she?). But this was different, and soon she realized that the wordless singing was the point.
It was...magnificent. Ariadne had to fight back tears at its beauty, and actually felt weak in the knees.