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Torlo regarded him thoughtfully. "Nor will we ever."
"So what is reallybothering you, Stationmaster?"
"Those SmithCraftHall thingummies…" Torlo made a cradle of his fingers, scowling as he tried to find the exact word.
"The comm units?"
"Them! Seen one myself. People'll be able to 'talk' to anyone. Won't need Ru
Relief made Haligon laugh. "No, Torlo. Can't happen."
"Why not?" Torlo's sharp question was tinged with a belligerence he rarely displayed.
"Too expensive," Haligon blurted the words through his laughter. "Simple as that. Takes Master Bassage and his Hall months to make the things. Have to get the elements from several other Halls. And they have a short range here in the north because there isn't a satellite relay."
"A what?"
"Like the Yokoto relay the signal. Healer Hall has to put up the relay for this part of the west and one up at Tillek, possibly a third at Telgar. Two in the east, I heard. They'd work better on the southern continent because of the Yoko,but with so many starting out holds and halls down there, it'll be a long time before they have marks for that sort of gadget. My father will use Ru
Torlo's expression had cleared as Haligon enumerated the problems to be surmounted by the new technology.
"Aivas is like that, isn't it? Shows how to do things better and that takes time all in itself. Perhaps that's the best way. No need to have things when we don't know we really need 'em." Torlo rose, tactfully bringing their dialogue to an end.
As he got to his feet, Haligon wasn't sure whether or not the Stationmaster had agreed to help the Hold.
"We support healers road and trace, Haligon," Torlo said with an emphatic nod of his head as he escorted the young Lord across the big long-ceilinged room. "Those as hears will give a word to the wise to them as is too badly informed to know what's what!"
"That's what's needed, Torlo."
"Myself, or Te
How could the Ru
The air froze the hair in his nostrils. Was it warmer down near Boll where Te
He should also tell Sebell about his interview with Torlo. The Masterharper should know about their fears. And so much to be done. So much! He had all those petitions to sort through, to find those that did merit his father's particular attention. Well, today was a good one to stay inside and be warm. He took the steps to the Hold two at a time.
Tagetarl squeezed tired eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his long nose, wondering at the same time why he thought that would restore his eyesight. Sleep would help, but he had to get through the corrections to the dictionary; some old harpers with too little to do were challenging definitions and deploring the new technological ones, which were vital if young students were to understand the language in which manuals were written. Being able to print many copies of the same material was a vast improvement on hand copying. Any Harper apprentice who had had to do his hours in the Archives Hall blessed the introduction of printing presses, but there must be a trick to finding allthe mistakes that could creep into typeset lines. In his apprenticeship, if he made a mistake, he was able to scratch it out with a knife blade and rewrite, preferably before Master Arnor caught him at it.
It wasn't as easy to correct a mistake afterseveral hundred copies had been printed. So many printing runs were technical and had to be accurate: explanations and instructions crystal clear. Rosheen was particularly good at this, and her fast fingers could set up a page quicker than he could. But they were both learning how to manage the complexities of this new Hall, and Tagetarl was particularly determine to honor Master Robinton's faith in him by making this project the most successful of all that had been initiated by his Master and Aivas.
The slight creak of the office door sounded overloud in the still night. He jumped to his feet. Night? A glance at his eastern-facing window told him that it was nearly morning.
"It's me!" a whisper a
"The correct grammar is 'It is I,' or It's I,' " Tagetarl told Pinch wearily. "How did you get in? The gate's locked."
There had been no more Abominator attacks after the spate at Turn's End, but that didn't mean there weren't more being pla
"True, and it's a fine strong gate," Pinch said, coming forward into the pool of light from the desk lamp.
He was not tall and his angular face, blurred now with dirt and fatigue, had no distinguishing features. His present apparel was Keroon hill folk, and smelled it. His ability to blend into his surroundings, to imitate the accents and ma
"I didn't use the gate. Didn't really expect you to be up at this hour so I came in-"
"Across the roof again? One day you'll fall throughthe weaver's roof."
"Oh, it's safe enough. Rosheen's Ola came to investigate, by the bye, but when she saw it was me-"
"It was I," Tagetarl mercilessly corrected.
"-and Bista, she went back to bed." Pinch clicked his tongue. "Say hello to the MasterPrinter, Bista." The little gold creature, who looked like an extra scarf around the harper's neck, cocked her head and blinked her green gemstone eyes at the Printer. "So why are you up?"
Tagetarl jerked his thumb at the proofs he'd been correcting. "If you ever encounter someone in your travels who can spell and who recognizes proper sentence structure and syntax, I've a job for him, her, preferably them."
Pinch gave a sharp nod. "I'll keep my eyes open."
"I know you will. So what brings you over my roof at this time of night?"
"It's nearly day," Pinch corrected kindly. "I've been checking a few things, snooping about isolated holds and trader sites, sitting in Ru