"Oh, I get it, hon." She nodded. "Not only do you make the Counselor's bells ring, you make his bells ring. I see that very clear, and I ain't seen nothin' in five hundred years."

"What?" I blinked, sorting through her words.

"Here's the hawthorn branch." Tram put it on the desk in front of Mrs. Star and pushed his lips together in a grim line. "I'm going to do some quick research over here, Leigh. You're in safe hands."

He brushed by the back of my chair and ...