By now I had maneuvered to get a good look at the Giant’s wonderful instrument. The base of the triangular harp consisted of hardwood, inlaid with seashells, pearls and shimmering jewels. The golden torso of a nude female stretched upwards from the hardwood base below, like a goddess emerging from a great conch shell.. Her golden hair flowed down to meet the shells inlaid on the other side of the base, making up the slope of the triangle, and the golden strings stretched taut between her hair and the seashells below. At first I thought it a trick of the firelight, but her face indeed moved when she sang.
There’s a little bit more about the harp on my personal blog, What Have We Learned.