Thoughtful frown. "It might be a good idea to add in a rule about letting people copy them, even before you're ready to lend them out to everyone, as long as the copyist pays for the ink and the paper and doesn't hurt the book they're copying."

"Isn't that going to be a little noisy?" asks Anglada.

"You can do it quiet-like, Scrivener's Chant Scrivener's Chant."

"I'd been thinking of something more like, letting people borrow a book for a little while just to copy, even if most people aren't allowed to borrow them, but if you can get it that quiet that probably works too."

"Well, presumably he doesn't want to have to do this before he's got the resources to retrieve a stray book."

"Right," says Anglada.

"Oh, I guess I was thinking you wouldn't have to do that much if it was just copying that people could borrow them for, but maybe it'd still be enough to cost a lot of extra money."

"In a smaller post office in a village, there's one guy," Raimon explains. "He'd either have to close up to chase down the book or he'd have to wait till somebody like me came by and see if I fancied a little adventure in which case he'd have to pay me."

"Oh, that makes sense." For most of her life she probably wouldn't have been allowed to go visit the nearest post office, and she wouldn't have had anyone to write to anyways.

"I think that's about all I need to know," Raimon says, "take care."

"Much good may it do me," snorts the old man, and he goes back to his work.

She follows Raimon back outside. "I'm going back to the temple, do you want to walk with us or are you headed back home?"

"It's such a nice evening for a walk, I believe I'll join you. Maybe drop a channel on the Shelynites while I'm there."

"Oh, I bet they'd like that! It's a nice temple, I like the mural on the right-hand wall, the one that works the windows into the painting."

"They picked them a right decent canvas."

Nod. "How'd you pick the temple of Shelyn to do channels at?"

"Well, I asked for a church to convert, to see if they'd give me one - I'm not too old for the post yet but I could see my way to settling down a bit - but they said no, I'd have to buy it, they don't like us that much. And it would be a terrible hassle to assemble people in the street and a waste to let all the channels go unused, even if I keep half of them for sudden urgencies. So, Shelyn. I like Her. She's about stuff it's worth existing for. Existence as something other than a gift with lots of corners that the Judge'll get mad at you for pawning, existing to do anything other than scrape together the weapons and the grain and the gold to do some more of it next year. I like Desna too for the same reason but I'm not sure they have an address any more than we have."

She touches her holy symbol. "Huh. That's — a nice way of thinking about it."

"Is it? Oh, good, I'm warming up to the preaching side of things and do hope I've got the knack."

She lights up. "I think you've got the knack, the sermon you gave yesterday was really great!"

"Aw, thank you! I worried it was trying to do too many things, though people do stop to listen when I'm reciting it."

"I guess I don't know how it'd sound to people who'd never heard of any of it before. But I really liked it."

"Had you heard much of it before? I sort of had the image of you inventing Calistrianism out of spite and vinegar."

"I mean mostly, yeah, but — even the parts I figured out on my own before I knew almost anything about her are still something, you know? But I don't know if they're the kind of thing that helps with the speech, or if I'd've thought it was just as good without it."

"Well, hopefully it gets a few fellows to pay their companions, at least."

Nod nod.

They reach the temple. Raimon walks into the room where they keep people waiting till the next channel, ironically salutes Songbird Gabriel, and heals everybody in it.

Jadon remains at Victòria's elbow till dismissed.

"Have a great night! See you both tomorrow."