I could spend a whole day in Una's shop admiring all the beautifully crafted instruments, even though I am not a musician. Timidly, I run a finger over the strings of a little harp. Una smiles and takes the harp into her own hands. The Cruit go nÓr ahop is suddenly filled with a lilting melody that would melt any Celt's heart.

When she is finished, I realize I've been holding my breath the whole time. I sigh softly as the last ringing tone fades away.

"You are so gifted. I wish I could make a harp sing like that but I don't have time to learn. It might take me several lifetimes to even know how to pluck one string!"

Una puts the harp carefully back on the shelf. The tune stays in my head. I want to make music too!

There is a small drum that catches my fancy. It has a ring of green leaves painted around the rim. I tap my fingers lightly on it and discover that the drum has several different voices, deeper if tapped in the center and softer on the edges.

"I can do this!" I grin at Una. "Is there something you'd like from Airmid's Well for trade?"