a set of golden plates were about them ... speakingin a singsong , with a lilting chant , a sound of such sweetness that frak imagines the tones as birds , flocks of birds landing in a field to eat the wild grain ... all this a soothing noise , a rhythm , a beating in his own heart , until it is only his heart ... his heart beatingfrak alone , not even the king about , not even the urim and thummin , just himself ... frak peers and seesawake !