Soon enough, the very lovely sound of singing would reach Frederic's ears. "When like a dawning day, Eileen Aroon... Love sends his early ray, Eileen Aroon... What makes his dawning glow changeless through joy and woe? Only the constant know, Eileen Aroon..." If Fred followed his ears, he would find her gazing down at Niahm while she sang, the little girl at her breast gazing back up at her mother as she ate. Karen sat in a rocking chair and rocked gently, the crying having quieted and both babes content. It wasn't a song for children but it was not as if the babies knew that, they only knew the sound of their mother's voice as she sang for them slow and soft.