Glinda's face takes on a very sad look. Her eyes seem to focus far away as she shakes her head. "I would not think they are the same, but.............................My isla, or rather, Sian's and mine was our sister wife and the third of us. We lived and loved a very long time ago. She was an Egyptian beauty and our brother husband wanted her very much and turned her when she was in the flower of her youth. We were together for centuries, happy in our immortality. Then the Venetian Doge and several other European princes conspired to weaken Constantinople just as the hated Ottomans were making plans to besiege the city. Still, things might have worked out, as the Sultan of the Ottomans was losing heavily in his war. But traitors within took advantage of the weaknesses created by the Doge and opened the gates to the invaders and life changed. Our brother husband was betrayed and killed and we three fled on foot with some jewels, vowing vengeance. We walked across the lands to get to Venice and plotted to have the Doge and his friends pay for the loss of our beloved Constantinople and our brother husband. In the end, we accomplished all we set out to do, but Isla had grown tired and left us shortly afterwards. Not even the love we had thought we shared was enough to keep her. It seems that her love was for our husband and less for Sian and me. I know not where she went after that, perhaps to the lands of your name. Still, I doubt that she would have been the woman your mother spoke of, but the name is odd enough to get my attention. In any case, we loved her much more than she loved us.............and still I miss her touch and the way her eyes caught the light and reflected it back."