“I can see that pearl,” he said with effort, “set in silver, in a little silver flower with intricate petals. I see it around your neck, on a delicate silver chain, worn like I wear my medallion. That will be your talisman, Essi. A talisman, which will protect you from all evil.” “My talisman,” she repeated, lowering her head. “My pearl, which I shall set in silver, and from which I shall never part. My jewel, which I was given instead of… Can a talisman like that bring me luck?” “Yes, Essi. Be sure of it.” “Can I stay here a little longer? With you?” “You may.”
