Ed Barger looked at me a trifle oddly as I came through the doorway. "A while ago you were laughing at that story K'wan was telling us about making this house for us. I caught your undertone."
"Sure. What about it?"
"Well, I'm not so sure he was lying."
"Huh?"
"Take a look around you."
I did. It was a nice room, considering its origin—low benches around the walls, a table and four chairs in the center, a soft, thick floor covering that was a pleasure to the feet.
"See anything unusual?" Ed asked.
"No," I said.
"What about those benches?"
"They're part of the walls," I said, "cut out of the tree when it was hollowed out."