Han looked up with his baby-fat face: "What kind of gift?"
The old man glanced at the servant who had followed them from the old residence. The servant respectfully offered a box.
The old man reached for the box, handed it to Han, and smiled, saying, "Open it and see."
The child lowered his head and fiddled with the box. It was made of fine sandalwood, exquisitely carved with a majestic roc spreading its wings—a scene that had been passed down through many generations. The corners had a unique wooden sheen from years of handling. The child examined the box thoroughly for a while, "Great-grandpa, great-grandpa, there's no lock! How do I open it?"
"That's for you to figure out," the old man still smiled, though a subtle glint flashed in his eyes, "You have to open the box to see what's inside."
Han seemed half-understanding as he looked at him, then, intrigued by the gift, resumed his efforts of tackling the box.
