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was silence again, except for the drumming of Hwel's fingertips. The bag of silver seemed to have grown larger. In fact, it seemed to fill the room.
'The thing is—' Vitoller began, unnecessarily loudly.
'The way I see it—' Hwel began.
They both stopped.
'After you. Sorry.'
'It wasn't important. Go ahead.'
'I was going on an island, where there's this—'
'Sorry.' Vitoller shook his head. '
'But we've had some huge audiences!' said Tomjon.
'Sure, lad. Sure. But they pay in ha'pennies. The artificers want silver. If we wanted to be rich men – people,' he corrected hurriedly, 'we should have been born carpenters.' Vitoller shifted uneasily. 'I already owe Chrystophrase the Troll more than I should.'
The other two stared.to say, we could afford to build the Dysk anyway,' said Hwel.'Just the shell and the stage,' said Vitoller. 'But not all the other things. Not the trapdoor mechanism, or the machine for lowering gods out of heaven. Or the big turntable, or the wind fans.''We used to manage without all that stuff,' said Hwel. 'Remember the old days? All we had was a few planks and a bit of painted sacking. But we had a lot of spirit. If we wanted wind we had to make it ourselves.' He drummed his fingers for a while. 'Of course,' he added quietly, 'we should be able to afford a wave machine. A small one. I've got this idea about this ship wrecked
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