Daughter of Jolanda, I have need of a woman's counsel. Soon shall come the day that bright-eyed Sieglinde, whom here I claim for my daughter, turns thirteen years of age. I am told that in this land, such an occasion marks a maiden's blooming into womanhood and thus warrants great celebration. Know you of this tradition? Then perhaps you might tell me how best this day ought to be marked, for among the Achaeans we honor it not. I would not wish to ignore the vital customs of this land, lest I turn unfriendly eyes upon me. Moreover, merriment makes for the heart a suitable salve when it aches.