“Thank you,” I said, swallowing to clear the obstruction in my throat. For a moment I thought I might cry, but I mastered myself, partly because I did not wish to distress the little creature, who gazed at me with his black eyes luminous with anticipation. “Wendell and I are proud to have such clever fjolskylda as yourself. Would you do one other thing for us?” Poe swelled. “Anything.”
