Lord Frederick Leighton Solitude

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'Was I?'
'Yes.'
'Just thinking. My name . . . it's not right for this music, either.'
'What does it mean in real language?' said Glod.
'Well, all my family are y Celyns,' said Imp, ignoring the insult to an ancient tongue. 'It means "of the holllly ". That's allll that grows , it was very good, very . . . new,' he stared hard at Imp‑cum‑Buddy, 'but there's still something missing . . .'
The dwarf gave Buddy né Imp another penetrating stare.
'Do you know you're shaking all over?' he said. 'Moving around on your seat like you got a pant full of ant.'
'I can't help it,' said Buddy. He wanted to sleep, but a rhythm was bouncing around in Llamedos, you see. Everything else just rots.''I wasn't goin' to say,' said Cliff, 'but Imp sounds a bit like elf to me.''It just means "small shoot",' said Imp. 'You know. Like a bud.''Bud y Celyn?' said Glod. 'Buddy? Worse than Cliff, in my opinion.''I . . . think it sounds right,' said Imp.Glod shrugged, and pulled a handful of coins out of his pocket.'We've still got more'n four dollars,' he said. 'I know what we should do with it, too.'‘We should put it towards Guild membership,' said the new Buddy.Glod stared into the middle distance.'No,' he said. 'We haven't got the sound right. I mean