Corren brought the waybell to breakfast.
He placed it at the center of the table while the household ate around them. Rod wondered whether the display was intended for him or the workers passing through the hall. Several glanced at it. One shook his head and continued toward the gardens.
"Do they agree with keeping it?" Rod asked.
Corren followed the departing worker with his eyes. "Some do."
"What do the others want?"
"Their orders delivered."
Rod broke a piece of bread. They had slept in a room above a workshop. Before sunrise, workers beneath them had begun moving frames and sorting reeds. The household had enough business to remain busy even while its stores filled with goods it could not efficiently ship.
Senn joined them carrying two broken shafts and a strip of thorn-covered hide.
He laid the hide beside the bell.
"We recovered this from the first attempt." he said. "A thorn ridge broke against the cart."
