Having heard enough, the ghost retreats back the way she came, and rises once more out of the ground. Then, for the first time for everyone except her loyal skull, Glenlairwen actually opened her mouth and spoke: "The orbs seek hosts: fatty beasts to use to form new broods."
It was at least clear why she hadn't said anything thus far; it was a voice that would sound right at home, say, persuading hundreds of men to head off to their doom 'because the beautiful princess had asked'. Persuasive, yes, but in a fairy-tale manner that was just as likely to cause trouble as solve it.