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his vision.
    Ke said, “You should thank me for saving your neck.”
    “You’re the one that put me here,” Talen said.
    “I’m the one who didn’t murder you,” he said, and then descended to the ground.
    Murder indeed. Talen watched Ke go and realized the truth was he had been lucky. His heart was still thumping thinking about how narrowly he’d missed a broken neck. And Ke had held him like he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. Talen shook his head. Why couldn’t he have gotten at least half of Ke’s strength? He sighed. It was going to be annoyingly inconvenient to have to wear his fine pair of pants to work in. And at week’s end, when he cleaned them and hung them out to dry, he’d have to sit around in his underclothes and bat the biting flies away. And if Ke or River hadn’t taken his pants, then who had?
    Talen climbed out of the tree and stood before Da.
    “Did you look for the pants in the barn?” Da asked.
    Of course, he’d looked in the barn. He’d looked everywhere. “I’m not going to ruin my good pair.”
    “Then work in a leaf skirt. I’m not buying any material for another pair. Nothing in heaven or earth will make me feed negligence.”
    “I wasn’t negligent.”
    “It doesn’t matter anyway,” said Da. “You’re not going out to the fields just yet. Put on your good trousers and get the peppercorns. You’re going into to the village to get some hens from old Mol the fowler. I’ve had too many days without eggs.”
    “Last night you said you wanted to see us up and in the fields with the barley.”
    “Well, I’m saying right now that I want some hens. And you’re going to get them.”
    “Shall I go along?” asked Nettle.
    “No,” said Da. “You’re getting back on your horse to take a message to the Creek Widow.”
    “The one who told you not to come around?”
    “What other one is there?” asked Da. He held out a sealed letter to Nettle. The Creek Widow was a Mokaddian woman with a tenancy of almost twenty acres. She had been a family friend for years. But this last summer she had ordered Da out of her house and off her land. And try as Talen might, he could not get Da to tell him why. Talen suspected it had something to do with her perennial efforts to marry Da off. Half the time Talen thought she wanted Da herself. But Da was stubborn. And Talen was happy about that. While she cooked food fit for a Divine, she was bossy and a bit odd, talking to vegetables and rocks and always smelling a little like a goat.
    Was this letter an indication that Da was making up?
    “Paper,” said Nettle, a tease in his eye. “You must be serious.” He held the letter up to the sun as if trying to read it.
    “You break that seal,” Da said, “and I’ll have your hide.”
    “I wouldn’t dare touch it,” said Nettle.
    “Then go,” said Da. He shooed them both away. “Be gone. And hurry back. I don’t want to lose any of that barley.”
    * * *
    Talen pushed the cart and the empty chicken baskets through the three miles of the muggy woods to Stag Home. When he finally broke onto the broad valley, he was so refreshed by the sunlight and breeze, so soothed by the smooth, sun-warmed dirt of the road under his bare feet that he didn’t immediately notice the fields and orchards.
    Instead, he basked in the glory of the day and the fact that not only had he escaped being maimed this morning, but he’d also avoided a number of hours sweating in the barley. The peppercorns hung in a pouch around his neck. It had been two years since any merchant had sold peppercorns in the New Lands and the value of pepper had risen.
    Talen hoped the ale wife’s daughter was selling her vegetables again. She was a looker, that one, with her dark hair, jade eyes, and the fabulous lines of her long neck. During his last visit, he’d ended up returning to her table thrice, buying a bunch of carrots each time, just so he could fix her features in his mind. And it hadn’t all been