There are many bothersome things in Nisse Cul Tairna that begin with the letter B. Insane bards who think they are the gods’ gift to women. Filthy bandits who only want to fill your life with misery. Grumpy bears who waylay you as you walk merrily upon your way. And Bumble—actually, I am sick of talking about that vulgar pixie.
But our search for Black Bart’s treasure taught me that there are good things that begin with the letter B, too. Like best friends whom you can confide in, and who can always make you laugh. And a new beginning when that friend becomes more than just a friend.
Yes, Buster, the letter…
You know, I think I will start calling you Mister again. It sounds better…
Yes, Mister, the letter B is a riddle that has puzzled adventurers throughout history. I am certain you will figure this out for yourself—if you have not already.
But enough about the letter B. Let’s return to Myth and me as we sat atop that log—that’s where this part of my story ends.
Picture us seated side by side, holding hands.
Our joined hands were resting upon Myth’s right leg. Then Myth placed her left hand over our hands. Using her left thumb, Myth gently stroked the backside of my hand—moving from one freckle to the next as if she were connecting them with imaginary lines.
We smiled at one another.
Sighing, I nuzzled my head against her shoulder. And I reflected upon our search for Black Bart’s bountiful booty. In my opinion, I had found the greatest treasure of all: the woman sitting beside me—a woman whom I called Myth.