| "Henry, what a way to
act. What will your uncle think of us? What will your father say?" "It’s all right Anna." The gem merchant reached into his coat pocket, hiding what he retrieved in a closed fist. Stooping, he opened his hand under the boy’s downcast eyes. Though of small size and value too, the room’s light played across the deep green of the emerald, the bright blue of the sapphire, the fiery diamond, and the lustrous red ruby. "Ah..." Anna exclaimed. Henry’s eyes widened. Without looking up he reached a finger out to touch the stones, rolling them around in his uncle’s palm. His imagination was caught by the magic of the colored baubles. Then a frown crept across his boyish features. His eyes studied one - then another of the stones. For the first time he dared look up to his uncle’s face. |
In a small voice, that nearly squeaked, Henry
proclaimed; "These are not right, only this one is right." The boy placed his
finger on the blood colored stone.
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