“Max,” Emma started, “I know this isn’t part of the plan, but where did you get your bracelet?” Emma had been eyeing Max’s bracelet since they first met at the castle. She wanted one, although it would be hard for her to buy one in old-time England with no money and a cave to plunder. The delicate quartz crystal hung against the back of Max’s hand, suspended from the velvet burgundy ribbon around her wrist. Emma wished she had taken the one off the trunk in the castle.
“My grandfather made it for me,” Max replied.
“Is he around here,” Emma asked. “I would love to get one before we go if he has any more. Is he a jeweler?”
“Oh, no,” Max stammered. “He lives far away, and he only made this one.”
“That’s too bad,” Emma said quietly. “Do you see him often even though he lives far away?”
“Sometimes,” Max said. “He’ll come to see me or I travel to him if I want, too.”
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