"You'd better be careful," Marsha said to Hannon as she too departed.

"You've got a tongue could do you harm one of these days."

"You did us a great kindness tonight," he replied. "Thank you."

"Did it for the child," Marsha replied. "Don't want her thinkin' the whole world's crazy."

Then she went away, leaving Hannon to gather up the scattered papers and return them to the chest. With her father's back turned, Maeve went in search of the medallion, picking it up and examining it closely. All of the descriptions she'd heard in the last few minutes seemed to her plausible. It was a pretty thing, no doubt of that. Shining like silver, but with flecks of color-scarlet and sky blue-in its luster. Any lady, wife or no, would be happy to wear it. But it was clearly more than a piece of decoration. There was a figure in the middle of it, outspread like Jesus on the cross, except that this savior was quite naked, and had something of both man and woman in its attributes. It was surely not a representation of the Devil. There was nothing fearsome in its aspect: no cloven hooves, no horns. Shapes flowed from its hands and head, and down between its legs, some of which she recognized (a monkey; lightning; two eyes, one above, one below), some of which were beyond her. But none were vile or unholy.

"Best not to look at it too long," she heard her father say.

"Why not?" she asked, staring still. "Will it bewitch me?"

"I don't know what it'll do, to tell the truth," her father said.

,,Did Mr. Buddenbaum not tell you?"

Her father reached over her shoulder and gently pried the medallion from her fingers.

"Oh he told me, sure enough," Hannon said, returning to the box and placing the medallion inside, "only I didn't altogether understand him." With the contents now gathered up, he closed the lid and started to lug the box back to the wagon. "And I think maybe we should not speak that man's name aloud again."