
slowly she realized it was why the mountains appealed at all.
her eyes were thoughtful. keen. did he mean to flatter? a successful gambit then, to be offered a treasure in place of her name.
i will not trade for my name,she said at last, wind rising to scuff at her shoulders, at the pelt.
then at his scars.
a little amused look came to her face.
i must give you something of value in trade. so -- come with me. i will show you this mountain, for the stone.did he agree? it had become a sort of game.