"Beal", he answered, "and yours?"
"Faer", Faer said, and added:"Your singing's good!"
"Thank you!" Beal replied, and Faer could practically hear him blush at the compliment. "So is yours!"
Faer hesitated for a moment, but then he plucked up the courage and suggested:"I can come back to the Wall tomorrow... and we can sing together."
The delight was clearly audible in Beal's voice. "That would be great! Agreed?"
"Agreed!" Faer confirmed. As they could not shake hands on their deal, he proposed:"I will put my hand against the Wall - and you do the same on your side - then it's agreed!"
"That's a brilliant idea!" Beal exclaimed. "On the count of three - one - two -"
"Three!" both men shouted in unison and pressed their hands against the stone. Happiness spilled over in Faer's heart and he began to laugh, and Beal echoed his laughter from the other side of the Wall.
Then Faer rushed back to the other young men of his gang that were anxiously waiting for him, telling them excitedly about Beal and that there were people living on the other side of the Wall, people like him, like them, like their families.
Beal too hurried home to tell everybody that he had been right, that there were people on the other side of the Wall, people like him, like them, like their families.
And so neither of them saw what was happening at the huge, endless, insurmountable Wall.
There, where the two young men had pressed their hands against the stone, the Wall began to crumble.
