Alvin turned to the book and carefully thumbed the pages, one at a time. Finally one fell into place, and from it came a light, which at first dazzled him, but gradually subsided until it came only from a single sentence, whose letters were on fire.

“Do you see them burning?” asked Alvin.

“No,” said Taleswapper, “But I smell the smoke of it. Touch the words that burn for you.”

Alvin reached out and gingerly touched the beginning of the sentence. The flame, to his surprise, was not hot, though it did warm him. It warmed him through to the bone. He shuddered as the last cold of autumn fled from his body. He smiled, he was so bright inside. But almost as soon as he touched it, the flame collapsed, cooled, was gone.

“What does it say?” asked Mama. She was standing now across the table from them. She wasn’t such a good reader, and the words were upside down to her.

Taleswapper read. “A Maker is born.”

“There hasn’t been a Maker,” said Mama, “since the one who changed the water into wine.”

“Maybe not, but that’s what she wrote,” said Taleswapper.

“Who wrote?” demanded Mama.

“A slip of a girl. About five years ago.”

“What was the story that went with her sentence?” asked Alvin Junior.

Taleswapper shook his head.

“You said you never let people write unless you knew their story.”

“She wrote it when I wasn’t looking,” said Taleswapper. “I didn’t see it till the next place I stopped.”

“Then how did you know it was her?” asked Alvin.

“It was her,” he answered. “She was the only one there who could have opened the hex I kept on the book in those days.”

“So you don’t know what it means? You can’t even tell me why I saw those letters burning?”

Taleswapper shook his head. “She was an innkeeper’s daughter, if I remember rightly. She spoke very little, and when she did, what she said was always strictly truthful. Never a lie, even to be kind. She was considered to be something of a shrew. But as the proverb says, If you always speak your mind, the evil man will avoid you. Or something like that.”

“Her name?” asked Mama. Alvin looked up in surprise. Mama hadn’t seen the glowing letters, so why did she look so powerful eager to know about who wrote them?