Ariane smiles ruefully at the idea that someone threw the book into the pit because they didn't like the poem inside. The thing is, she remembers plenty of people who would do that. This person doesn't seem like the type, though, and when he asks to hear the rest of the poem, Ariane doesn't wonder whether he's humoring her. That's not the kind of thing that people who look like they've been crying blood do.

The poem is a long one, so Ariane gets herself a little more settled in before beginning.

"Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa."

Ariane's speaking voice isn't much louder than a whisper. But out here, in this expanse, with no one around, it's not hard to hear her. What's a little bit more difficult to pick up on is the sound of waves crashing against a shore, despite the fact that they're both miles away from water.