Chapter 6
As they worked, Graber whistled a folk tune, one with ribald lyrics Bartle the Bard had often sung in the pub. They trundled many armloads from every room of the house back to Holzy’s workshop-library. Finally, Hanson gave his friend a nudge as they passed in a hall, briefly out of Holzy’s sight when the mage lingered to rearrange a shelf full of ancient tomes.
“Psst, don’t act too cheerful. He’s bound to figure out something is up. Even grumble a bit. He’s used to that by now, and we don’t want to tip our hand.”
Graber halted and looked up at him. “Yeah, you’re right. I-I just feel so fruggin’ good I can’t help myself. Something happened, for sure. Do you think it was that buggering we got last night? I never had anything like that happen before. At first I was scared. It was
