“BUT WHAT MUST I give you in return?” I ask, suspicious. “Nothing,” she replies. “Well. Next to nothing.”
She has offered me wings, beautiful, silvery wings. And I am not mad, so I intend to accept. But I’m also not a fool.
I touch a feather. Delicate, yet strong. Oh, how I want them. But at what price?
“But I didn’t ask for them,” I say. “I made no requests. Therefore, you must tell me the price.”
“Must I?” she asks, raising one eyebrow.
But I fold my arms and look back at her squarely. “It is only fair.”
“OK, little one,” she says. She is almost laughing. “The price is not so very high as all that. But when you have the wings affixed to your back, I need you to go on a quest.”
“A quest?” It is my turn
