The jewelers started showing them one by one. There were very beautiful items on the display but Lila didn't like any of them. "Do you have raw gems that I can see? I would rather give my designs than take these," she said to the jewelers.
Only the jeweler, Paiter, who had the finest collection said that he had them. Rest all were sent packing. The gem dealer walked to where his bag was and pulled out a black velvet bag that was stringed tightly with a gold thread. The bag, as big as the size of his palm clacked with the gems inside it as he brought it to the audience. "I have the best collection, m'lady," he said and opened the string. He poured the gems over the table and about five big red rocks tumbled. They lay there on the table, glittering red like dew on rose petals in morning sunlight.
