Earn Your Keep

“Mission? What mission?” Engel asked in a low voice.

Jente lifted her head and called out, “Thurisaz, Hagalaz, don’t drop your shield arm! Keep it up or you’ll lose a limb.” She continued working on the boot, puzzling over the soft leather of the sole.

“What mission?” Engel asked again, nudging her in the ribs.

She sighed. “Did you listen to anything Old Master said during your graduation ceremony?”

“Mostly that I’d get to come down off the mountain and finally see some women again,” Engel said. “Why?”

Jente sighed. “Never mind. Come help me teach - earn your keep already.”