" Sir Ector looked into the fire, fidgeting with something in his pocket. " I have something for you," he said at last. " It was your mother's." And he drew out the thing in his pocket and held it up to her. The ring Blanche took from him was antique silver, cabochon-set with a glimmering moonstone. Her mother's ring! Blanche folded it into her hand and held tightly to the only thing her parents had left her. "