On an upturned crate beside the bed was a large shell bowl containing Cal’s treasures. Her fingers found a bronze bracelet with three amber beads. Hurriedly she slipped it onto her wrist. There too was a tiny tarnished spoon and a bone comb. Her father had bargained for them with a trader. They were pretty enough but not what she was looking for. She took out a fragment of pottery. On the rim a painted bird was flying in a smudge of blue sky. Cal put her thumb on the ‘s body ,as she had done many times before, and felt the slight indentation of the potter’s thumbprint, only a little bigger than her own.