The Ancient Book of Power

Chapter Twenty-Two: Heart Tuning

Anawaa insisted she be called Leanha. Dalbreath was particularly happy about that. She came to his room the day after they got back from the dark tower. "I won't be able to call you Lubiwafa if you make me call you Anwaa all the time."

Leanha smiled, and then giggled. "Okay little mage, but you can only call me Lubiwafa on Mondays. No other days," said Leanha.

"You have to tell me your story, and your age, because you're obviously much older than you have told me before," said Dalbreath.

"I will, little one, but your next harp lesson can't happen until you tune your harp. Chop, chop, get busy."

"I don't know how to tune it to my heart," he said.

"How did you figure out how to get out of trial dome?" Asked Leanha.

"I meditated, and was told to follow the dream I had that morning," said Dalbreath.

Leanha smiled. "I suggest you start there."

"Okay, but you have to tell me one thing."

"Okay," she said.

"Was your father really a musician?" He asked.

Her eyes were glossy with memory. "Yes he was, but a lot longer ago than I told you before." She left then, and Dalbreath went to the corner of his room and picked up his ebony harp, then he took it and put it on his bed and then went to his desk drawer and got out his tuning wrench, and went and sat on his bed with his legs crossed, and entered into a meditative state.

When he felt himself levitating a few inches above his bed he began to imagine a beautiful rosebud heart beating in his chest, and as he concentrated more and more on it he began to hear notes. Then an eye opened in his forehead and he could see even with his eyes tight shut. He lay his harp against his right shoulder as he had seen harpists do on the internet. Then he took up his tuning wrench, and one by one began to tune each string to the note that resonated in his heart. "Why does everything come so easily to me?" He asked rhetorically.

He heard the familiar voice of his soul guide. "Because you have done it all millions times before on thousands of different planets, and like muscle memory, something in you remembers each time. Why? So you can better defeat evil in all its myriads of forms in this new life."

He smiled and finished tuning his harp in silence. Then he went out and told his mommy to call Meswaano, because he was ready for his first harp lesson.