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Aeronwy, convincing

Is there anything that might convince…

Is there anything that might convince…

Einion, unconvinced

Clearly I have lost my winsome hold.

Earlier his eyes were warm and gold

now they’ve turned implacable and cold.

Clearly I have lost my winsome hold.
Earlier his eyes were warm and gold;
now they’ve turned implacable and cold.

Einion, denying

Not in light of information.

Not in light of information.

Dilys, appalled

How are you outspoken
by this dunce?

How are you outspoken by this dunce?

Aeronwy, agonized

Please don’t think I’m acting cravenly,
leaving you like this is agony,
but I’ll go for help if I am free.

So you’ll give him what he wants.

“Please don’t think I’m acting cravenly,
leaving you like this is agony,
but I’ll go for help if I am free.”
“So you’ll give him what he wants.”

Einion, blasting his whistle