Emilian ran his fingers over the purse of coins on his belt. He had not yet purchased anything, because he found no real need. MeiLan had provided him with meals and clothing and shelter, and at times she was known to generously buy everyone special treats in the market. He was satisfied with his life, and so the purse remained unopened.
However, the thought had occurred to the young man that no one ever gave MeiLan anything. She was kind and patient and friendly to everyone, and yet she received nothing in return apart from the gratitude and loyalty of her servants. Emilian knew if he had asked her, she would have said that was enough for her, but he had it in his heart to bring her a special gift.
