The next day Jan sought out his brother Isar. He found him in the roofed but unwalled shed he used to store and season his timber. He had just begun a new carving and invited Jan at once to stay with him and watch what he was doing. He was glad of a chance to talk to the boy alone. He, like his parents, was worried about the way Jan had been behaving lately.
Jan sat on the woodpile and shifted his position several times, trying to get comfortable — and also trying to formulate what he wanted to say. Now that he had decided to confess about the dagger, he was glad Karne was away from home for a few days. His father had been known to lose his temper. But Isar — never.
Suddenly, behind Isar, he saw a shadow move and he knew that they were not alone. Isar, looking up, saw the terror on his b
