“And do you know what her mother said to me when my arms were aching and my throat so dry from singing? She told me to leave the child alone. Amber will always find her way in her own way. She is like her mother in that. Her mother did things as she chose, and woe to any man to tell her different.” Admiration rang in his tone. “And did Amber find her way?” “She did. She picked up my carving knife and made a bird of wax so she could fly back home whenever she wanted.” “Really? Do you have it?” He snorted. “No! It was a badly done. What eight-year-old can carve a bird? But she had stopped crying, and so I let her keep carving.” He threw back the rest of his drink, then stretched out his legs with a smile. “I trust you, my lord, with my greatest treasure. Find her a husband who will let her find her own way, yes?” DifferentGreatest TreasureCarveFind Her Way Book:Into the Lyon's Den Source: Into the Lyon's Den