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’
There
’
s
the
hiring
fair
at
Sheepridge
next
week
.
You
set
him
as
a
prentice
,
see
,
and
his
new
master
’
ll
have
the
job
of
knocking
him
into
shape
.
’
Tis
the
law
.
Get
him
indentured
,
and
’
tis
binding
.
’
Lezek
looked
across
the
field
at
his
son
,
who
was
examining
a
rock
.
’
I
wouldn
’
t
want
anything
to
happen
to
him
,
mind
,
’
he
said
doubtfully
.
’
We
’
re
quite
fond
of
him
,
his
mother
and
me
.
You
get
used
to
people
.
’
’
It
’
d
be
for
his
own
good
,
you
’
ll
see
.
Make
a
man
of
him
.
’
’
Ah
.
Well
.
There
’
s
certainly
plenty
of
raw
material
,
’
sighed
Lezek
.
*
*
*
Mort
was
getting
interested
in
the
rock
.
It
had
curly
shells
in
it
,
relics
of
the
early
days
of
the
world
when
the
Creator
had
made
creatures
out
of
stone
,
no
-
one
knew
why
.
Mort
was
interested
in
lots
of
things
.
Why
people
’
s
teeth
fitted
together
so
neatly
,
for
example
.
He
’
d
given
that
one
a
lot
of
thought
.
Then
there
was
the
puzzle
of
why
the
sun
came
out
during
the
day
,
instead
of
at
night
when
the
light
would
come
in
useful
.
He
knew
the
standard
explanation
,
which
somehow
didn
’
t
seem
satisfying
.
In
short
,
Mort
was
one
of
those
people
who
are
more
dangerous
than
a
bag
full
of
rattlesnakes
.
He
was
determined
to
discover
the
underlying
logic
behind
the
universe
.
Which
was
going
to
be
hard
,
because
there
wasn
’
t
one
.
The
Creator
had
a
lot
of
remarkably
good
ideas
when
he
put
the
world
together
,
but
making
it
understandable
hadn
’
t
been
one
of
them
.
