Tessan had imagined teaching differently.
In Rootwell’s workshop, he had stood beside Mara and explained the small exchanger to people who could ask her if he got it wrong. On the eastern road, she was not behind him. Two large housings traveled on the carts, and their receiving crew expected him to know what he had agreed to teach.
He checked the instruction roll three times before the first shelter.
The driver beside him noticed.
“Does it change?”
“No.”
“Then put it away before the rain changes it.”
Tessan did.
