Lately the hammering goes on until dawn. A thousand years of listening, and I still haven't learned how to shut my ears to it.
Do you think I'm the only one counting the nights you stand at the riverside?
That nailing got pushed back a day yesterday, thanks to my talisman. I'll take my thanks in drink.
If the noise bothers you, shall I have you moved to the far bank? It'll all be over in a few days anyway.


