Ahe opened his hand toward the shield. “Mine is the strongest! No spear can pierce it.” He raised his chin, as though saying so had added another thick rim.

Tao studied the wood grain, then looked at Ahe. She had heard more than “strong.” No spear included spears he had never even seen.

Grandpa Song waited. The wooden shield rested quietly on its stand. Pleased with his splendid introduction, Ahe turned toward the toy spear.