"I'd like that." He mills around for a moment, then asks one of the ever-present Avoxes to bring him some night clothes, then settles on the edge of the the bed.

"I can show you." Bayard dips a hand into his pocket and pulls back out a single box of earth, a small, tight-sealed wooden one with a latch on the front. He holds it as if it were a frog liable to leap from his hands, or a candle he was shielding from the wind. He opens the latch and holds it to Swann when she returns, the little box of dirt. "This is Sartoris. This is the earth from my home."

Despite being nothing but dirt, it clearly means the entire world to Bayard.

"It's my token."