She opened the cabinet and lifted out the golden harp.

Once the airborne adversaries are playing their little golden harps.

The golden harp told me that even though nothing was real, things could hurt or kill me.

At the center of everything were two golden harps.

No matter what the voice from the golden harp had said, this must all be real.

The harpist took the chance of the break to reach for a cup on the floor beside her golden harp.

He tried not to think about the way it would feel when carrying the golden harp.

In the third is the golden harp of Ireland on a blue field.

They weren't carrying guns but instead were armed with tiny golden harps.

Everything except a bit about a golden harp, and a grey king.