Emerald has quite a story to tell. He's a cocky little thing, thoroughly convinced he is that largest of his kind, the most admired, and, yes, even the most despised. He has quite a memory of all those who have owned him. It started with the Sultan and the gypsy girl named Jaella. Jaella hated the Sultan, but tolerated him. It might have been that she had feelings for the Crusader, but if she did, they didn't last long. She was convinced that she had good reason to hate Sir Percival. It was always said that she was responsible for the curse, but if so, why did Emerald's misfortunes start even before Dizwar had owned him. With his first glimpse of sunshine he was the reason for murder Emerald really didn't know the Irish lass Brianna, but her son was among those who owned him. Keith plied the same trade as the Frenchman, Maurice Dupree. Many young men with the name Maurice could claim Jaella an ancestor. At a young age Keith's father taught him the fine art of deftly slipping items from pockets. Was it fate that led to the night Maurice climbed through a window and fell in love with Keith's daughter? When one of their grandsons met the little piano player he, like so many others, could not resist the thoughts of Emerald's beauty. He had urges to wrap the green beauty around her neck. Emerald kept haunting his thoughts until he did so. Emerald tell the stories of all of them. He remembers the first time he saw daylight, the Knight Templar, the many Frenchmen who owned him, the crossings of the great Atlantic Ocean, the gambler who won him with one turn of the cards, and on into the twentieth century with the concert pianist and her daughter. Of the seven deadly sins, there is only one he worries about. Perhaps it is true. Perhaps pride does go before a fall. It just might be the reason he is awaiting him fate. He may be right to worry. It might be his is fate. It could be that he is the greatest emerald of them all. It just might be true that the angry gypsy girl doomed him to be where he is.