Fiddlesticks beams at Rain when she calls him by name, though the Master Rhymer looks a little put out that she has decided to talk to him instead.
"Ehehem. Not so topsy turvy! The story is a little curvy.
Ragnar serves the Green Lord, Caerwyn's father.
Uma serves the Summer Queen, Tiandra.
She is Porpherio's mother, but not by flesh,
for Porpherio was one of those lucky enough to reside in a fairy creche.
The two agents came when the spouses stirred in their tomb.
They made war on the hag, then brought a new doom."
The leprechaun seems about to go on but a commotion bursting through the other side of the glade causes him to stop and the leprechauns to turn one and all in that direction, their faces lighting with fear. The leprechauns suddenly scatter, all except Fiddlesticks, as a woman in gray robes steps out from behind a pile of boulders. Half her face is the withered countenance of a crone, while the other half is beautiful and resembles Juliana.
"Thought you could escape me, Caerwyn?" she says. "Not even death can protect you from my magic. Now come, for we have a task to complete." She casts her hand in a wide arc, and suddenly Juliana stands transfixed, her eyes distant and unseeing.
"And you," says the hag, gesturing in your direction, "Stand away from my prize, or pay the price. Do not think to meddle in affairs that are not your own."
Fiddlesticks, trembling beside you stammers. "Soryth is where? Oh dear. She's over there!"