Dauphin rested her hand on her swordhilt, just in case, then suddenly slipped behind a barrel. The footsteps faltered, and she heard a high-pitched squeal of surprise.
"Lady?" A small boy wandered into view, his bare feet blue against the cold flagstones.
Dauphin, again patting her swordhilt, stepped out behind the child. "Who are you?"
The boy spun around, clasping something in his hands. "Lady! Oh my, they said you were going to the king, and I, I, need to talk to him too!"
Incredulous, but pleased by the young fellow's pluck, Dauphin pressed, "You never told me your name."
"I haven't got one, Lady..."
"Don't be ridiculus, everybody has a name!"
"I don't."
"All right, what do people call you?"
"Rendle, but it's not my name."
"All right, young Rendle, what's that in your hands?"
The scared young one opened his hand, revealing a glowing purple orb: the Silken Stone!
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