Gwilan’s harp was a princely and most incredible instrument, and Gwilan a master harpist.

Gwilan played the harp wherever they wanted her. Her singing was voice true but had no sweetness, so when songs and ballads were wanted she accompanied the singers. Weak voices were born up by her playing, fine voice gained a glory from it; the loudest, proudest singers might keep still a verse to hear her play alone.

She played along with the flute and reed flute and tambour, and the music made for the harp to play alone, and the music that sprang up of itself when her fingers touched the strings. At weddings and festivals it was, “Gwilan will be here to play,” and at music day competitions, “When will Gwilan play?”

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Thought to Ponder: What ability distinguishes you from all others?

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Next time: “Her Music, Her Joy, Her Life”