Characters In The Nightingale Novels & Stories

I thought the girls were asleep and made to put the book down, but then Grace’s hand was on my arm. “Don’t end there, Mommy. It’s too sad there.” I kissed her nose. “Then there sounded from the window, suddenly, the most lovely song. It was the little live Nightingale, that sat outside on a spray. It had heard of the Emperor’s sad plight and had come to sing to him of comfort and hope. And as it sung the specters grew paler and paler; the blood ran quicker and more quickly through the Emperor’s weak limbs, and even Death listened, and said, ‘Go on, little Nightingale, go on!’