Benjamin shook his head but continued to scowl at the unaccustomed sound of his footwear.
“Walking in these is better than being concerned about finding a leather worker to repair our normal sandals, or having to buy new ones in every city,” John counselled. “Try to relax with them.”
Taking his great-grandfather’s advice, by the time they neared their home Benjamin had adjusted to the clatter of his boots. Blessedly, neither he nor his great-grandfather had sore spots, which John said was a testament to the maker’s talent.
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Alarmed by the noise, Naomi ran to see who had come into the courtyard. “Saba, Benjamin! I thought the soldiers had come,” she said nervously.
“It’s only Saba and me,” Benjamin replied, sorry that they had alarmed his mother.
“I see,” Naomi said reproachful
