Sir Valkleigh wondered how the Harp got there. He had opened his cupboard to look for his dirty underwear and there it was, looking old no more, shining amongst the briefs. "oh, Uhm...I ll return this to Yjinns first thing tomorrow" thought Valkleigh and returned to his laundry work.


Meanwhile on the Second peak of the Western Mukhs, Sir Jorg had downed two barrels of Maldosts Doityphrey beer and then promptly conked out. Maldost waited for the giant servings of Sir Jorgs regurgitated dinner but none hurled themselves. The Knight shrank to his normal harmless self and slept peacefully.
The corpses lay there in his house with all there unearthiness. Ssrth of the Jak was busy cooking up stories (of how and why) all of which were in turn subsequently shot down by Yjinns. Maldost got tired of all this. He clapped his hands and a trusted Fasch appeared.

"Yes Sir?"

Maldost pointed to the bodies,"Which are these ?"
The Fasch looked at them and made as if he was going to puke but handled himself...

Fasch:"They seem to be the ones who went missing a few days ago..Sir"
"Why didnt anyone look for em?"
"Well...because they were taken away by a trusted Arbythean..Sir"
All three looked at the Fasch..."WHO was this??"
The Fasch pointed at sleeping Jorg.."Why Sir Jorg himself sent them on an errand..."

Sir Valkleigh squinted at the sun with his basket of damp clothes. He started hanging his clean laundry to dry when a clear-accented and tiled voice said, “You don't need anybody to tell you who you are or what you are. You are what you are .”



Sir Valkleigh shocked stood there on his backyard motionless and confused.He was alone.

At the Palace of Ivyha,in the heart of Kylarre the Iron hand held up a glass of wine.She looked around at her guests seated at the High table.The Opulence and Grandeur of the evening enamoured her.


Murmurlark sitting at her right raised his eyebrows to her toast.

Murmurlark: "My lady, if you must. Let us toast to the Oneness of us all and hope that both....ahem
...sorry...all of us come closer with the passage of time. yes..."

Anyas eyes twinkled at this and looked into the distance.

Her nephew Maxxiah interjected:" Ooooh yes Aunt! If only I could have a pony to ride on for my holidays it would be wonderful..."

The whole table let go of an "Awwww" and "soo cute" except for devious old Murmurlark. He frowned and said, "We dont even have stables or a stable hand... where would we keep this pony of yours??"

Maxxiahs eyes filled up. He looked for comfort and reprieve from Aunt Anya but Help decided to give it to Murmurlark in the face. It was but a moment but time slowed down for Murmurlark. From the corner of his eye he saw a great voluptuous object swinging towards him. He tried to move out of its way but it was impossible. The Breast hit him square on the face and he flew into the air. BEFORE Murmurlark hit the floor OR the Iron hand raised itself there was an apologetic shriek.

Anne :"Ooooh!I am so sorry Murmurlark.I was just trying to grab the salt."

Anne Terrah was the mother of Maxxiah and sister to Lady Anya.

Murmurlark hit the floor and Maxxiah started bawling. Anne promptly shoved Maxxiahs head into her chest in a gesture of motherly compassion.
In this commotion the fifth guest sensed his presence and direction were needed. Cherrian Ackshei stood up like a true leaders instructor and said:" At this juncture our company is facing adverse conditions."

He looked at Murmurlark. His face flattened, nose broken and his eye swollen.

"To you Murmurlark I offer consultation and strategy on how to stay ahead and be a better manager in such situations."

He then bowed down waiting for Murmurlarks reply.

If Murmurlark had been conscious Anya was sure he would have been quick with his retort with something like "up your wazoo" or "rhyme your peanuts” but he wasnt. She looked at Cherrian Ackshei and a breath of contempt escaped her as she walked over to Murmurlark.



Meanwhile at the darkest hours of the night, two Arbytheans were trying to bring Sir Jorg back to wakefulness (Ssrrth of the Jak had slimed off). In the end Yjinns had to take out his wand and Maldost had to lock Sir Jorgs hands from behind his back. An electric spike hit Sir Jorg and he woke up struggling and yelping trying to punch whoever it was he was carrying on his back.

Sir Valkleigh on the other hand was washing his dishes while the disembodied accented voice bombarded him with lines.




“You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.”

“Uhm…I don’t want to die”,replied Valkleigh.

“You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact. And the Beatles are the biggest bastards on earth.”

“uh..I agree..I hate mosquitoes tooo”,said Valkleigh.

“You're just left with yourself all the time, whatever you do anyway. You've got to get down to your own God in your own temple. It's all down to you, mate ”

Valkleighs looked up,“Ok...I give up”

Knock Knock...and the Voice stopped. Valkleigh opened the door to find Ssrth standing gesturing hypnotically...“Where is the Harp??”

Back in Kylarre, Ayna drew her Iron hand to Murmurlarks face.
The Iron Hand had many qualities. It could hypnotise, scratch, slap, punch, point, dig, levitate, draw attention, invoke spells (without a wand too->Yjinns fav)and anhilate. On this occasion though the Iron Hand took on different properties. Anyas eyes looked on with tenderness as she touched Murmurlarks face. The Iron melted into a softness that glowed. Her fingers ran over his skin, touched his eyes, pulled up his nose and ran through his hair. Murmurlarks face reformed itself to its original creative brilliance. He was once again beautiful to Anya. And when he opened his eyes, he saw her loving face smiling back at him.
The Sixth Guest smiled in silence looking at them. Thom the Silent then got the feeling it was time to leave.He bid everyone goodbye while putting on his robe and left . The Pipe was lit, Ether started to flow and the pace picked up.The Moon was bright and close by.It was that time again when the Luna bridge would be open.



Thom the Silent was a lost child of Arbythea. He had gone up the bridge to the Moon but decided not to join the Luna. He decided his time hadn’t come yet and there was more to do for his beloved Arbythea.

His climbing boots were missing. Uff....he would have to have another pair made but the night air was sweet and nice...aaah... Arbythea...another drag was pulled and the beauty of the night blew in the wind.

Meanwhile back in Maldosts Lair, Sir Jorg achieved some coherence in his demeanour and sat down to the interrogation.

Yjinss:"Do you remember sending any Fasches on any errands two days ago?"

Sir Jorg:"Why..yes..I got my armour shined...why what happened?"

Maldost:"Did you get your armour back?"

Sir Jorg:"Yes, they left it at my place"

Yjinns:"Did you notice anything about those Fasches...anything out of the ordinary"

Sir Jorg:"No...they were Fasches...ummmm..they were kinda thin...and pale"

Yjinss pointing at the bodies:"Do you recognize these Fasches..."

Sir Jorg:"No...nO..they cant be.."

Maldost:"You have to remember Jorg...what did they tell you...did they ask you about anything?"

Sir Jorg:"Well they were Fasches...they kinda suck up to you...you know...ummmmm...they did ask abt Yjinns...about his Harp"

Yjinss was taken back:"My Harp...The Harp of Lenon??"

Sir Jorg:"Yeah, I wondered why...but thought of it as over-enthusiasm on the Fasches part...didn’t give it a second thought..."

Yjinns:"hmmm....I need to think"

Meanwhile the “Borrowed” boots of Thom the Silent were heading towards the the Luna Bridge.Ssrth clutched the Harp and smiled gleefully.He "Mmmed" to himself and "Aahed" to the Bridge.

"Yesss...yesss...twill help us yesss yesss..."