"Peace child. I wish you no harm." said Mordecai quietly. "I sense no demon within you. If it is this singing that troubles you, do not fear. They are no words of witchcraft. Whatever it may be, the Saints were human too. They cannot help you. If indeed you need help at all!". He paused to stroke his beard, re-angling his stave to support his body weight. 

"I was gifted greatly by the Lord. Miracles, healing and discretion, I retained from the line of my forefathers. The former two gifts vanished from most believers - God only gave them to achieve great things for the Church. Therefore, I have always known that one day, I will achieve something important." Mordecai leaned closer. "Discretion is the gift concerning you. And there is nothing, I repeat [i]nothing[/i], that could link these ballads to any sort of unclean spirit."