"Light upon the water, shine for those at sea,
Light upon the water, bring us home to thee,
Through the storm and darkness, through the wind and rain,
Light upon the water, guide us home again…"
Her voice was frail and weak, barely above a whisper, and still she had to strain to get them out. Somehow, despite how dry and parched her throat was, her eyes still held plenty of tears and they dripped slowly to the cold stone floor while she drew a deep, shuddering breath to continue her song.
The words that spilled from her lips would never be sung in any temple, nor were they written in any book of hymns, but to Eleanor, that didn't matter. She'd taught countless men and women that intentions mattered more than mindless rituals, and even if they didn't know the rituals to perform, the Holy Lord of Light would judge them for their deeds… He would hear the intentions behind the words, no matter their origin.
"Oh keeper of the beacon, standing tall and true,
