A silver minstrel is she, playing the flute in the quiet villages of ‎Four Valleys. Then came the Enchanter, bent on raising strife in the ‎county and Rox finds that she had better play other instruments; maybe ‎bring a tune from her bow or hear the whistle as her sword cleaves the ‎air; and other things too. She faces the cunning of the Enchanter; who ‎manages to have her cast out of the Four Valleys, to face almost certain ‎destruction in the Desolation; but help is at hand for the Silver Minstrel. ‎Earl Darret isn’t perfectly certain of her guilt; old Matta the Fox has a few ‎chords he can play on her behalf. Even Jethra the Ranger; he may not be ‎a musician but there are other tunes to be had. The Enchanter has many ‎in his band and they can play much louder than the beleaguered army of ‎the Four Valleys; there are ogres and goblins and wild men all willing to ‎sing along; and maybe the Desolation Dragon is good for a decisive final ‎chord. It seems all to the good that the Silver Minstrel isn’t just a ‎musician but in the end her silver flute is the most potent of all her ‎weapons.‎