This time, I sang something that didn't sound anything like Zheien, but was very old. As I did, Zheien around us tried to figure it out. 

But this man knew very well how to understand it. My healing opened his memories of a time when they prepared to use old technology to protect their colony, in case of slaver attack. 

Mer Sie wasn't very prepared to take leadership, because King Timm Das vanished. Slavers had him a very long time, but they didn't get this secret! The dialect was Escet Vuan, from when Escet Vu was a city on Zhea~, the Zheien Motherworld. Words didn't translate well into English:

My love, I go with you Into danger

Is safe?

My love, I stand by you

In the danger

Is safe?

In our love,

And He Who Loves,

We are safe, Love; we are safe.

Tomorrow your ship flies

But we are together, together

Next mission, my voice cries

But our thoughts are together

For our king, my duty is

All of us, we are together

And though many of us fall

Our strength together makes us one

Our people stand together.

Is safe, in other places

Where strangers harm us,

Where strangers befriend?

If we ne fly

Will we see them?

Will we know them?

Can we trade?

If we know them,

We shall trade.

The other six verses lost me, comparing trade to the weaver and his many colors, and the weaver's courage as he stood before his love to recite.

— Leonora's Legacy, a story I'm working on