Vesper studied her a long moment. 'No one has ever refused my hoard,' the dragon admitted. 'A name that is only yours cannot be taken from another. It must be made.' She lowered her great head and pressed one warm claw to the girl's throat. 'I will give you back the voice you were never allowed to use. Make your own name.' The girl opened her mouth and a sound came out, rough and small but hers. She said one word no one had ever owned, and it rang through the cave like a struck bell while every coin chimed back.