
The man who owes seventeen horses counted the salt sacks three times. It wasn't the counting that was hard. He just didn't want to lift his head.
You just stood by the ledger, Shaman, and the debts collected themselves. Let me borrow that spot again next market day.
Standing before someone else's ledger without even the drum, they say. I'm still deciding what to report to headquarters.
I was holding Master's drum that day. I thought my arm would come off.




