form of the wreath would be braided from evergreen and oak, and then it would be decorated with all manner of additional items, all of them representing somethingâholly for joy, a cornstalk for plenty. Adele and I usually pulled a few twigs from the kirrenberry and chatterleaf trees and wound them around the wreath, signifying our commitment to our professions. Our mother always attached a few dried plums and apricots, to represent a full pantry and a well-stocked cook pot. Father usually went to Lissetteâs shop to buy a length of gold thread to tie everything togetherâand to call down riches on our home.
Roelynn chose something different every year to bind into her fatherâs wreathâbird feathers (for lighthearted-ness), dried roses (for love), once even a snakeskin that we had found abandoned in the woods. Adele and I had refused to touch it, but Roelynn had snatched it up with a cry of pleasure.
âWhat is that supposed to represent?â I had said rather sharply.
âI donât know. A new skin. A new life. Casting off old things,â she had said.
âWhat do you want to leave behind?â Adele had inquired.
Roelynn had laughed. âIâll know when itâs gone.â
But she had never told us what that might have been.
This year we moved rather quickly through the spindly upraised arms of the winter-bare trees. It was cold, and the wind had a bitter edge to it, and none of us wanted to stay out for long. As always, we looked for the heart-shaped leaves of truelove, but we couldnât find the vines anywhere. The woods offered many other interesting finds, thoughâropes of ivy, still blood red with autumnâs coloring; wing feathers from half-a-dozen birds; the stems of dried wild-flowers; a tiny fossilized claw from what might have been a squirrel or mouse. Roelynn and I squealed and turned away, but Adele picked it up and seemed to like it.
âStrength,â she decided, and added it to her bag of trophies.
Down by the stream that was so small it sometimes meandered off to nothing during droughts, we found a long, swooping red feather. Roelynn ran forward with a little cry and snatched it up.
âFrom the tail of a tasselback,â she exclaimed. âIsnât it beautiful?â
Adele came forward to look. The quilled scarlet edges were decorated with random streaks of black and gray. âThatâs the bird in the royal crest,â Adele said. âItâs painted on all the coaches and embroidered in all the livery.â
âI know,â said Roelynn. âThe royal bird. Iâll have to put this in my wreath.â
âWhat for?â I asked rather tartly.
Roelynn laughed and spun around in a circle, holding the bright feather like a candle under her chin. Just like a candle, it seemed to illuminate her face with its own particular colors and characteristics. âFor saying farewell to royalty,â she said. âIâll tie this feather to my fatherâs wreath, and then when we throw it in the bonfire, the feather will burn away, and Iâll be forever free of any fear that my father will marry me off to the prince.â
âThatâs not usually how the Wintermoon wreath is supposed to work,â Adele said in a dry voice. âWhat you bind into the wreath is what you want to draw your way.â
âOr what you want to see go up in smoke and drift away,â Roelynn said firmly. âWhat really matters is your intention as you attach the object to the greenery.â
âSo I suppose youâll tell your father why youâre sewing a tasselback feather into his Wintermoon wreath?â I said.
Roelynn looked thoughtful. âNo. Iâll tell himâwhat you said. That itâs a way to bring me the attention of the prince.â
âHeâll be glad to hear that, I imagine,â I said. âHeâll have you back in Wodenderry before the bonfireâs even
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