Another day, as the children ran on the beach Saranna found a small piece of wood cast up by the sea and brought it to Drewin. ‘Drewin, Drewin, look at this. What a funny shape it is, like two circles stuck together.’
‘Thank you, Saranna, it is beautiful. I will see what I can make from it.’ So for several days he carved and polished, hiding his work from Saranna until it was finished. Then he showed her what he had done. The two circles were separated and from each of them Drewin had carved a perfectly regular ring. Patterns of twining leaves adorned the rings, while at its centre each bore a carving of a Rune; one Ord, and the other Orth. Drewin had cut out the shapes with such skill that the back of each carving was as smooth and attractive as the front, and looked at from the rear they each displayed their rune in reverse. The wood was now polished, and glowed like satin.
‘Oh Drewin; how lovely. Such pretty things; may I have one?’
‘One is for you, little one. See, I have carved here Orth for Saranna, and Ord for Drewin. And we shall wear them forever.’
Saranna reached eagerly for the Orth-rune, saying, ‘I shall look just like Mother, with her beautiful fish necklace.’
‘Now look at this,’ Drewin said. He showed Saranna what he had fashioned from the rest of the driftwood fragment. An oval of wood like the link of a metal chain, skilfully hinged so that it opened or snapped shut easily. As Saranna watched, he fastened the two amulets together with the link. ‘See, if one of us wishes to leave our rune with the other to care for a while, the two may be joined safely.’