Skora had noticed that they weren’t with him and had slowed his steps. Derek caught up, trying to look somewhat cheerful. “I guess we’ll have to get ourselves a house of our own and stop bothering Lari until you decide, then. And since we can’t use the power of your god, we’d make pretty poor farmers around here. Is the job in your kiln still open?”
“Is it?” The old man chuckled. “Do you think I like doing it by myself? And since we’d have to feed you and care for you even if you did no work, your help will be pure profit to me.”
Derek had little hope for any great revelation from the work. Either there wasn’t much of a secret to the tools, or there was something so tricky that they felt sure Kayel and he couldn’t discover it.
The work seemed to confirm his doubts. Any child could have
