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By the time Higgs returned to his room, Wilt was up and about, looking like there’d never been anything wrong with him.
‘You’re all better then?’
‘Yep. The “hangover” has passed.’
‘Good. Guess I can reclaim this then?’ Higgs slumped onto his bed and lay back, his hands behind his head.
Wilt smiled at him silently.
‘What?’
‘Nice necklace.’
Higgs sat up quickly and stuffed the heartstone inside his shirt. ‘It’s nothing. A gift.’
Petron stepped into the room, carrying a steaming pot of tea. ‘A heartstone, if I’m not mistaken. Seems young Higgs here may have met his match.’
Petron poured the tea into three cups and offered them around, then he and Wilt sat down and stared at Higgs, grinning like idiots.
‘Now what?’
‘Aren’t you going to tell us all about it?’ Wilt could barely di
