The harp was a gift from Jacky Lantern’s fey kin, as was the music Angharad pulled from its strings. She used it in her journeys through the kingdoms of the Green Isles, to wake the Summerblood where it lay sleeping in folk who had never known they were witches. This was the way the Middle Kingdom survived—by being remembered, by its small magics being served, by the interchange of wisdom and gossip between man and those he shared the world with—the birds, the beasts, the hills, the trees.