Henri Matisse Odalisques

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bambamBAH . . . how did you know how to do that bit?'
'It was just de bit dat had to go dere,' said Lias.
Imp looked at Imp had never heard of an instrument that played itself before, except the legendary harp of Owen Mwnyy, which sang when danger threatened. And that had been back in the days when there were dragons around. Singing harps went well with dragons. They seemed out of place in a city with guilds and everything.
The door swung open.
'That was . . . astonishing, boys,' said Hibiscus Dunelm. 'Never heard anything like it! Can you come back tomorrow night? Here's your five dollars.'
Glod counted the coins.
'We did four encores,' he said darkly.the guitar. He'd put it on the table. It was still playing quietly to itself, like a cat purring.'That's not a normall instrument,' he said, shaking a finger at it. 'I was just standing there and it started pllaying all by itsellf!''Probably belonged to a wizard, like I said,' said Glod.'Nah,' said Lias. 'Never knew any wizard who was musical. Music and magic don't mix.'They looked at it.