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."
The young woman shook her head and smiled. Small
and cheerful, her brown eyes bright now when she looked
at Pytr, she was, Flint thought then, very like the wren for
which she'd been named and which she had, for a time,
been.
Tanis, who at that moment had the same thought, glanced
once at the dwarf and, when he received a slight nod,
crossed to the hearth and took up one of Flint's small
carvings.
"For you," he said, taking a seat next to Wren.
"But - what is it? Surely you've given us enough?"
"One more thing, but you must close your eyes now."
Curious, Sturm and Caramon leaned closer and Tas
ducked under Pytr's arm to get a closer look. They saw
nothing, however, for Tanis had the object hidden in closed
hands. In the hearth's shadow, Raistlin stirred but did not
rise to join his companions.
Wren closed her eyes, and Tanis placed the small object
in her hands. "Now, this is something Flint has taught me:
let your hands know what it is you hold before your eyes
tell you. Our eyes, as we have lately learned, can too easily
deceive us."
Wren let her fingers discover the wings first, then the
carefully rounded back, the beak, and finally the deftly
carved tail feathers. "A bird!" she cried
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