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Sir Ector looked into the fire, fidgeting with something in his pocket. “I have something for you,” he said at last. “It was your mother’s.” And he drew out the thing in his pocket and held it up to her. The ring Blanche took from him was antique silver, cabochon-set with a glimmering moonstone. Her mother’s ring! Blanche folded it into her hand and held tightly to the only thing her parents had left her.
