The forest is familiar. How often did we take this briar-filled path from our front door to school or the small general store? But the path was always quiet, save for us and the other animals. But there are people on the path now, talking happily, excitedly.

The cottage is reconstructed. Deor and I left it in ruins, I do believe. Fire, indeed. There is line stretching away from the front door. I fear that I will see carts hawking shirts with Wolf’s face painted on it, or hastily assembled biographies, but luckily commercialism hasn’t gotten that far. I take my place in line.

What do I expect? I know what I want: I want to cross the threshold and be, oh, twelve or five years old again, and all my family will be well and happy. And, most importantly, alive. Well, that’s what I’m really expecting: resurrection.
Positioned to the right of the door is a tall, narrow box. A young woman is inside, accepting money behind a wide counter.
“I don’t have any money,” I tell her. “Please let me in.”
“Sorry,” she says. Her face is hidden in shadows. "

A quest, an enchanted crow, a ghost, a girl with no past…and a happy ending.
Immediate sequel to “Clover;” last in the series: “Buttercup, Called Coin,” “Letter,” “Revenge,” and “Clover.” This story was formerly titled “Canis, Corvis, Princess” while in progress, called “CCP” for short.