Leda's Lullabye

As she bathed the child, Leda hummed a Cliffdweller tune. 

 The wee one turned toward the sound, her eyes fixed on Leda’s lips as she whispered: 

 Oh, daughter of mine, you are blessed.

 Beyond this oil, beyond my last breath...

  Come cherished one, from this joy-filled day.

 Aye, it’s time for rest.

  And the child, with sparking eyes and still-shiny forehead, smiled up at Leda for her very first time. 

(Photograph by Unknown photographer) 

(Volume 3, Chapter 147)