Book Eight: Chapter 137

“Hmm.” Cecilia cocked her head to one side and pondered. “I’m not really a storyteller,” she said. “I can’t see, which means I don’t get a chance to read books or watch...um...the moving screens that my brother can.”

“Then what can you do?” asked the little girl. Charlotte tried to hush the child for being rude, but Cecilia’s laughter deflated the situation.

“I sing,” she said. “That’s my job.”

“Will you sing for us?” asked the girl again. “If it’s not too scary.”

Cecilia thought about it for a moment. She had been tempted to sing just the start of her dirge, but that might actually frighten the children. What songs did she even know in English?

“You don’t have to sing anything,” said Lady Charlotte. Cecilia held up a hand and smiled.

“I think I may know just the one,” she said. Cecilia opened her mouth and sang a quick musical scale. She didn’t technically need to warm up, but it did bolster her confidence. When was the last time she had really s