We made a bet CHAPTER III
That very evening, my father came to the house of Cobalt Thread of the Black Stag, who had him as guest for dinner with all the honours due to a stranger, and moreover a Pirin. The house was larger and less rustic-looking than the Domouse's, and the same applied to the inhabitants' clothes.
“I do not wish to beat about the bush”, Osondel spoke, after tasting the dishes and the beverages occupying the whole table. “Fate decided I should come into possession of this pendant bearing the symbol of your house. If you know and can, I would like to learn about the history of this jewel”.
The request seemed to move deeply the carpet-weaver, who wholeheartedly touched the necklace he had taken into his hands and immediately rose, inviting Osondel to follow him into a
