happened on the moon. He explained he’d left her gift behind: the sword planted in the lunar surface, the idea planted in the minds of her old companions. He told her that some of the dragons had sighed; that Dragon Twilight had gone to sleep smiling. Ingrid nodded, and began to speak, but her lips crumpled, and she surrendered to a sob: of regret, and shame. “I should have sent it to them sooner.” She exhaled raggedly, and managed a smile. “But then, I did not know anyone bound for the moon!”
