“I think I just remembered what this is for,” Myla said. “Could you give that to Stefan, Lily?” Lily handed the grate to the boy. “Now use that to hold back the prickly stuff while I lean it to get the arrow.”
Stefan did as he was asked. The grate worked perfectly. Myla bent over, reached in, and pulled out a gold arrow with plastic green and yellow feathers. She stepped away from the trees and cactus, and the three of them looked at the arrow. The point was blunted where it had hit the ground.
“Look,” Stefan said. “It says ‘gold stalker.’”3
“Yes, but the words all run together,” Myla said. “It could be golds talker.”
“What would that mean?” Stefan asked.
Myla laughed. “I’m not sure, but I think this is the arrow which almost hit Sister Lyra Musica Mermaid.”
“I don’t remember her,” S
