Origami per Pinocchio

...knowledge strengthened her. That he had gone this far, and silently, trying to eliminate chance, if to do so were possible, was unbearable. She felt her capacity to love increasing as her heart was breaking. Egram was crying audibly now, and she could feel Algo moving toward the fence. She wasn't wailing, but there could be no mistake. She knew if Algo saw her crying, even if she agreed to let the boy go, passage brokered on her tears, the image would haunt him for the rest of his life. What damage such a transaction would do she could not say. She only knew she wanted that damage not to be done. "Wizard, will you come to our table and share our food? Will you talk to the boy? Will you talk to my son Algo?" "This I will do." Egram and Lashko walked with the Wizard along the fence until... [Contents: Original story illustration (gouache) and handwritten text.]