Dawa was frowning, about to turn away from her, so Gwenn asked him about the bottle in his hand.
“It is made of a very useful material. Notice how strong it is? You will find you cannot break it, even if you try very hard.”
“Where did you get it, Dawa? It is almost clear, like glass, but very light. I have never seen anything like it before.” But he had only given her that maddening smile and a shake of his head.
Afterwards, he had strolled casually away, leaving it out on the kitchen bench. Gwenn had surreptitiously taken it, intending to show it to Arkady, but after all the excitement yesterday she had forgotten about it. Now she tucked it back into her bag and continued on her way, the bells on the walking stick providing a musical accompaniment to her walk through the ancient forest
