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Show 84 He came back looking pleased with himself. "It is just as I had hoped. Scoop the grain from the bin and put it into this sack, Geist. We will not need much of it." Gast didn't help me, but instead looked around the barn, poking through piles of broken harness and bits of rope, kicking at a stack of damp wood, then getting down on his hands and knees to look under a low shelf. "Good fortune once again," I heard him exclaim from a corner of the bam. "I wonder how long these have been in here." He was dragging out two stones, one rather large and flat, with another smaller one sitting on top of it. "What are they for?" I asked. "What do you want with old stones?" "These are not just old stones. Wait until we get away from here - I'll show them to you. Come, you have enough grain. We must move quickly to get these things back to the bridge before the people come out of church." The thought crossed my mind that we were stealing from old Walther. Yet a little bit of grain and two old stones didn't seem to be such a terrible theft. I carried the sack of grain and Gast carried the stones, When we came out of the barn, the dog growled and raised his ruff at me, but Gast talked to it and whistled so that the dog cocked its head from side to side and paid no more attention to me until I was out of reach. We left Walther's holdings and made good time - we were passing through the East Gate when I heard the church bells chime the elevation. "How long before mass is over?" Gast asked me. "Another half hour if the closing prayers are long." |