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Summoneyy proposed a book club, which is how a Village acquires culture: first a sensible question, then Arrowyy shouting at a book’s number as if it had insulted his mother. He and Summoneyy caught me calling *Lord of the Clans* the wrong number in the old run. Fair catch. I had promised not to mislabel them, then promptly labeled a crate after the wagon had gone.
They settled on *Day of the Dragon*, mostly because Summoneyy intends to spend time in the Wetlands and because a dragon is difficult to make sound like homework. Blaedy obtained it at once, saw the opening page, and made a joke about another dynasty of lizards. Arrowyy has ordered a paper copy and is already setting chapter goals, which is more planning than he brings to most expeditions.
He says he wants to trade idle thumb-work for books. An admirable ambition. We shall see whether the dragon survives the week.