[Huan]

Anyopâ put the hairclasp on the table when the music began. Zimzi was right, he would like to speak with her father and brothers about their jewelry. If the hairclasp were a good example of their skill, he was sure there were techniques they could discuss that would be of benefit to both of them. At a convenient break in the music he would ask her if they were still here. If not, perhaps he could pursue with her the possibility of visiting them at some time.

For now, he turned his chair so that he could face where the musicians were playing. They brought a smile to his face. He took a sip of his ale, letting its pleasant warmth run through him. Perhaps a few more cups, and even he might share a song from his country. The thought made him smile all the wider. Perhaps more than a few . . .