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CHAPTER THREE
Hala
And where could she practise in peace and quiet with all the instruments and voices blaring constant cacophony into the rectangle?
The only one who found her at all bearable was Petiron. Once he heard her sing, he dismissed Merelan's remarks about her lack of discipline and a lack of general knowledge about music which was close to illiteracy. Jubilant over having a contralto with such a rich timbre and wide range, with no "break" whatever, he immediately began to write contralto solos into the TurnOver music he was currently composing. He discounted Merelan's suggestion that the girl would not be able to "read' the contralto line, much less manage the tempo changes or the cadenzas.
Unfortunately, Petiron's approval merely increased Hala
Merelan hadn't a jealous bone in her body and was quite willing to prepare the girl or remedy the gaps in her education – if Hala
"If she keeps on shrieking like that," Washell said to Merelan when she approached him for advice on how to deal with Hala
"Washell!" Merelan was shocked by the acid tone of his voice.
He raised his eyebrows, wrinkling his forehead, and gave her a long look.
"Of course, it's a lot harder to sing softly, since it requires considerable breath control. I've had many difficult students in my life as a teacher, m'dear, but that one is unique in my experience.
Whatever was Maxilant thinking of to encourage her to think so highly of her ability?"
"Sheer desperation, I'd imagine," Merelan replied with understandable disgust. "And a chance to get her out of his hair."
"You may be right. Though how he could let her away with so little fundamental understanding of note values is really beyond me."
"And quite possibly beyond Hala
"Let Petiron handle this one, m'dear," Washell said, winking. "He won't like her messing up his music, you know."
"There is that," Merelan mused, and then grimaced. "Only he's likely to find me lacking as an instructor. And I'm not!" she added with a touch of desperate anger in her voice.
"By no means, m'dear, as everyone else in the Hall will vouch." Washell patted her arm. Then he paused, thinking. "There may be another way. We'll contrive. Just you wait and see."
Many of the Masters, and even journeymen, at the Harper Hall were eccentric in one fashion or another, traits which were respected or, sometimes, endured as a necessary evil to the results.
But they had all put in the essential work to master the basic mechanics of music. Hala
Merelan kept at it, as obstinate in her attempts to instruct Hala
Hala
Then Hala
Merelan conducted her voice lessons in her own quarters, as they were spacious enough and offered some privacy. Right now, preparing for the TurnOver celebrations, she was coaching quite a few students and often had to schedule them when Robie was not in the Hall nursery school. He had always played quite happily and quietly in the other room. Now Hala
"Since it is so important to you, love," Merelan said from behind gritted teeth, "I really think you ought to take over her coaching. As you may have observed," she added, knowing perfectly well that he hadn't, "she will probably do better with a male coach. I've already more than I can handle with the secondary parts."
"But I can't teach her what you can," Petiron protested in surprise. In his estimation, Merelan was much the better vocal coach, and he couldn't quite understand how she was having difficulties with a voice as fine as Hala
"Me? No, why should I be? She has a magnificent voice, but she's a little shy on technique and I know she'll respond better to your comments."
Petiron was not at all sure of that, but there was something about Merelan's attitude which made him keep his private views to himself.
He anticipated no trouble at all.
"She's a musical idiot!" he railed when he returned from his first lesson with her. "Haven't you been able to teach her anything in the full month she's been here?"
"No," Merelan said quietly, and pointed to the closed door where Robinton was taking a nap.
"But she can't even read notes, even when I beat out the tempo for her. Nor is she able to maintain pitch when I change signatures. She expects me ... me ..." and Petiron laid an eloquent hand on his chest, "to teach her the entire score by rote. Could Maxilant have done that with her?" he enquired in a petulant tone.
"I believe Maxilant only raved on about her beautiful voice, love, and said nothing about the lack in her general musical education." Merelan spoke as levelly as she could, having great difficulty masking her i