"I am," Luna told him with a smile. "So if it gets real dirty real fast, I'll know what you're up to." She took a piece of soft cheese, smeared it onto a cracker, and then popped it into her mouth. She shifted a little on the blanket so she was facing him, and able to prop her drink between her legs.
Luna turned the book to the first page, spreading her fingers across the paper and clearing her throat, beginning with the poem preface.
"All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there?
Who calls? Who calls? The gold Ladder of my long hair I loose and wait..and wait.. Ah, who is there?
She left at dawn..I am blind In the tangle of my long hair.. Is it she? the witch? the witch? Ah, who is there?"
Luna looked at Will and gave him a smile. The sort of smile that said, 'I'm glad you're here with me today.' Then she looked back to the page in front of her. "Chatrau de Cazeneuve, Gasony, France - June 1666. 'I had been a great talker and teller of tales...'"