In an ancient city facing the direction of Rome, down a winding street, sits a cave lined with diamonds. Deep in the cave wall, there lies a brooch. Undisturbed, it lives tucked away inside a cushioned drawer that is over a hundred years old, like all the fittings in E.B. Horn of Boston. The legend tells that it pricked its wing on a spinning wheel and has been asleep in the drawer ever since. It's a gold filigree butterfly with diamond-tipped wings, a line of akoya pearls down the body, and sapphire eyes. Should I wake it up and take it home? Or would I be banished from the kingdom to Greedsville, pending the shower of upgrade stud diamonds due to befall me at the next half-moon from the Blue Egyptians of Seattle?