Eos Cymru (the Welsh nightingale) for a fine Welsh songstress.
"That will take some thought," said Eos, her face full of indecision.
Eos looked at him, smiling sadly, her eyes far-off with other thoughts.
So leaving them, Eos walked out of the chamber and to the great hall.
Eos got up from the board, and went to a small chamber at the edge of the disk.
They entered ...