Hanna

Whenever I sing, the jailer says it's too loud. But today she didn't say a word.

• MartaMy ears must be going.
  HannaThen please let them keep going tomorrow too.
• Sister AgnesThat tune, it's a lullaby from the northern villages. I know it too.

While I was asleep, fresh straw got laid down, but nobody claims they did it. So there must be one more pair of hands around here.

• MartaRats.
  HannaDo rats lay straw too?
• BenjaminTwo bundles of straw were unaccounted for in the cellar ledger, actually. Ah, was I not supposed to say that?
  MartaYou hopeless thing.