In Xanthos they have a new kind of money. Far from becoming more and more begrimed with its passage through people’s hands, it becomes more and more saturated in their magic. Whenever a man, woman, or child handles this new money, they urge the good will of personal enchantment into whatever coins they hold. And, in being passed hand-to-hand, it will eventually contain all the good will of rich and poor alike. There are no faces on the new money. It is too soft for such a stamp and can bear as emblem only the fingerprint of whomever last touched it. The more this new money is passed amongst the people, the more beautiful it becomes, so that after much industry and much gift-giving and charity, it will be unbearably beautiful. Whenever this occurs, those who possess it are unable to resist running into the streets and throwing it up into the sunlight, shouting, as it falls and sparkles, “Look, money! Beautiful money!”