““What’s in the wagon?” Cinderella asked. “You can just sense money, can’t you? It’s gold.” “What for?” “It’s the exact amount Aveyron owed Mother before you paid off the debt. It is my bribe in case you decide to say no. Sit here, on that bench. Yes, face this way, perfect.” Friedrich arranged her on the bench next to the hulking wild rose bush. “Put both feet on the ground, this shoe off, please, thank you.” Friedrich twitched one of her shoes off her feet. “Stay. There.””
