[From up amidships comes a snatch of haunting melody in some language that's certainly not English. At first glance, there's no one there. Then, movement on the lowest spar. The small figure, edged in silver where the moonlight caught on its cloak - no, it wasn't a cloak. It was her hair. She kept herself close to the main mast, leaning against its solid bulk. She sang to him, softly, her voice lilting with a hint of those strange syllables behind her words.]
You asked for the ghost Of the Lady Grey; Why do you call her? What have you to say?
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You asked for the ghost
Of the Lady Grey;
Why do you call her?
What have you to say?