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Show 86 answered. "Now I want you to help me sort these kernels." "Sort them? From what?" "There are only certain kernels which we want." Gast reached into the sack and took out a handful of the rye grain, spreading the seeds on his cloak. He picked through them and placed half a dozen grains in the palm of his hand. "Look closely, Geist. This is the kind we are looking for. How is it different from the others?" I studied the kernels in his hand. "They look stunted and heavy and they're dark purple, not the light brown color of rye." "Exactly. Nov* help me pick out the grains that look like these." "How did you know we would find these purple seeds in the rye?" I asked him, searching for the odd-looking kernels. There was only one purple one for every dozen or so regular grains. "I told you that the earth reveals her secrets to those who have the patience to learn them. After a few wet seasons, this mold sometimes grows on rye. My people have always known this." "Why do you want to grind it, Gast? It smells awful - like fish. What are you going to do with it after you grind it?" "I will reveal my plans to you one step at a time. Keep on with the sotting, you will soon have to go. The people must be coming out of church now because the bells are ringing." "When will I see you again? And what do you want me to do next?" I asked. "You will see me tomorrow in the bakery." That was all Gast would |
