"Where did you hear me sing it ?" He had made up his mind, wisely enough, to speak with much openness and some tact also, if possible.

"It was on the Glow Worm River at the Clip Claw Hills.

I came into your father's camp one evening in the autumn, hungry and tired and knocked about.

I was given the next tent to yours.
It was night, and just before I turned in I heard your voice singing.

I couldn't understand much of the language, but I had the sense of it, and I know it when I hear it again." "Yes, I remember singing it that night," she said.