"I don't know about millions," Bert said, "but I know there's at least twelve. Probably more. The Turtle, Maturin, is the most powerful and important. He carries the world on his back - when Gan made All-World, he dropped it, but Maturin was there to catch it. Is your world on the back of a turtle, too?" It really was amazing to talk to someone from one of these other worlds.
"Huh. That's a neat story. It sort of makes sense though, doesn't it? It was probably a magic spell, if she was a priestess. S'easy to defeat monsters with the right magic spell. Maerlyn killed a lot of monsters with magic, back in the time of Eld. There're some good stories about him, too. Well, they're stories but they're true." And the ones Alessa knew probably were, too. Stories didn't just pop into existence out of nowhere.
"Really?" Now that was interesting. "Every piano player in every tavern back home plays it! Ah..." He cleared his throat, calling the lyrics to mind. It had been some time since he sang - since the feasts had stopped in the great hall because of the war - but some talents never left.
"Hey Jude, I see you lad. She's left you lonely, but it's not all bad...." The words were different, but the tune - unbeknown to Bert - was the very same as the song Alessa was thinking of.