Subject: Deryn had managed to procure a trumpet.
Posted on: 2009-04-24 23:07:00 UTC

She wasn't getting very far with playing it, though.

Leas sighed. "I think perhaps we should just recite the Ode to Remembrance and observe the silence," he said as she blew another fouled note. "We're not getting anywhere with this."

"And I promised I'd be ready, too," Deryn muttered, lowering the trumpet.

"Well, you might get some attention," Leas suggested. "Two minutes silence won't be much good unless people are."

"Least people probably won't mistake a trumpet for gunfire," Deryn said, and blew. The sound she produced was remarkably unlike gunfire, and also unlike the sound of a practised trumpet player.

Leas cleared his throat, and pulled out a piece of paper. "If I could From For the Fallen, Laurence Binyon, forth stanza.

"'They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
'Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
'At the going down of the sun and in the morning
'We will remember them.'"

"Lest we forget," Deryn murmured, head bowed.

Leas folded the paper up and put it away. "I would now like to ask that we observe two minutes' silence. For ours- and for kin." He bowed his head.

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