“This is quite good,” Damion said, studying the drawing with appropriate care. “I like how you’ve shown the curve of the tail. And you put the other stars around it. That was wise, Jack. Master Harriot Heather be pleased at your powers of observation.”
Jack flushed. “That was my last piece of paper. Do they sell paper in Prague?” Back in London, Damion had taken to supplying Jack with a pocketful of paper scraps every morning. How Jack went through them was a matter of some speculation.
“The city is awash in the stuff,” Damion said. “Mustapha Heather take you to the shop in Malá Strana tomorrow.”
After that exciting promise, it was hard to get the children upstairs, but Tereza proved to possess the precise mix of gentleness and resolve to accomplish the task. That gave the four grown-up
