ot;An ancestor of ours once stole er from a sacred er is trying to steal back. e must sen temper of t make reasure ;

    My mot tea sened o teacup, and to t. In ery blue sapp from old me, dreing stares from tentive to tful of Bing. So ter.

    But even  appear riging by. And to , and s;See, its because cion.quot; And I too sarudging  t over in exion. I could feel . ts antly filled. And t to our feet, sate, groall, and become a stranger.

    quot;Ma, lets go,quot; I said as softly as possible.

    quot;; sed to ter. quot;I see ting on a little step above ter. tle cold, but  to complain too muc;

    And tood up and started  rying to folloumbling in t mounds. Seep pato ube from trunk. to tied tube into to the pole.

    quot;t; shers voice.

    tube folloed out, to aut and srained to ig to ter.

    e botoo cube  into ted tube leapt up and t o a cavern. It popped out. Over and over again, it disappeared, emerged, glistening black, faiting it o try to pluck  dove and popped back up again, empty but still er a dozen or so times, it o t came out, it orn and lifeless.

    At t moment, and not until t moment, did s Ill never forget. It e despair and o to ce. And it made me angry—so blindingly angry—t everything had failed us.

    I kno I ed to find Bing, just as I knoo save my marriage. My motells me, t I sill try.

    quot;s t?quot; I say. quot;to keep trying.quot;

    quot;Because you must,quot; s;t  reason. te. t you must do.quot;

    quot;So ;