Chapter 4
“How is identification determined?”
“When a dwarf comes o’ age, he get beads.” The old dwarf said. “Beads tell who ya are, where ya from, who ya kin are and what ya can do.”
“Crap…” Harry muttered before frowning. “Only when you come of age? How old is that?”
“Depends on you and yer family.” The dwarf answered. “Dwarves are born like Men and we grow like Men, but only until we are full-grown, then we age slower.”
“How much slower?”
“Dwarves dain't start looking old until they’s over two-hun-ed, two-hun-ed-fifty. Some ‘ll reach three-hundred.” The longer he spoke the easier Harry understood him.
“What do you look for in a bead and how does it tell you anything?” Harry asked.
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March 14th 2920
Harry watched the old dwarf wander off and sighed. He was going to have to put beads in his hair.
Beads…
Jewellery… in… his… hair…
Him… Bollocks…
But at least he had a fair idea of how to move ahead, the old dwarf had provided Harry with a good chunk of information and Harry had learnt from seven years of friendship with Hermione. He’d taken notes.
“Right, first has to be money. Then I can approach the dwarves’ trade-master in town for help with the rest.” He laid his conjured paper on the rock beside him and frowned at it, absently tickling Teddy’s chubby little hand as it waved about. “Okay, little man… no, not man, you’re not going to grow into a Man, you’re a dwarf, like I am now. A dwarfling, he called you. But you’re still Remus’ son, so… a wolf has cubs. Yeah, cub. That’s what I’ll call you. Cub.” He pressed a gently kiss to Teddy’s hand and re-focused on his notes. “Here goes nothing, cub.” He took a deep breath and focused on his magic and what he wanted it to do.
“Amissa locus desertus et abiecta coin purses and coin pouches, within the boundaries of the city of Dol Amroth.” He made sure to speak clearly and calmly, as he did the wand movement. He counted to five and spoke again. “Sita est celare items.” And did the wand movement again. Another five count and he spoke again. “Contrarium relegare desertus et abiecta coin purses and coin pouches, from within the boundaries of the city of Dol Amroth.” And again waved his wand. Another five count and he flicking his wand in the air above the ground beside him, where he’d cleared a small space ready for what he hoped was going to appear.
Within five seconds of flicking his wand, the first pouch fell from the spot where his wand-tip had been. For the next minute and a half, Harry watched as pouch after pouch and purse after purse fell to the ground, kind of glad that he’d raised his wand as high as he had, otherwise purses and pouches would have had to push others out of the way, just to appear.
He thought about what the old dwarf had said and decided to plan accordingly.
“Accio empty, single opening coin purses with four pockets inside.” At least a dozen coin purses moved from the pile of purses and pouches to rest against Harry’s leg. He looked through them and chose two, one for keeping his spending money in and one for all the rest. The backup, the reserve, his savings. Whatever you want to call it. “Accio empty coin pouches.” The pile against his leg grew by more than double. He picked a random pouch and after casting 'As Necessary Expansion' and feather-light charms on it, levitated all the empty coin purses, bar the two he’d chosen, into it and put it aside. A second pouch had the coin purses and pouches that had items inside them, placed in it. And suddenly the pile was manageable.
“Amissa locus desertus et abiecta nearest penny.” He did the wand movement and paused. “Sita est celare item.” Wand movement and another pause. “Contrarium relegare desertus et abiecta nearest penny.” He finished with his wand just above his other hand and wasn’t surprised when the coin fell into his hand.
The penny was dropped into a pocket in one of the coin purses and Harry repeated the spell-chain for a ten-pence, that was placed into the same pocket. The next cast was for a Florin and it was put into a second pocket, followed by a sovereign and a crown, each going into a separate pocket. Then Harry hummed and cast for another penny, this time pressing the coin onto the outside of an empty coin pouch and fixing it there with a sticking charm. He repeated this for a second pouch with a ten-pence coin.
A few more minutes of summoning and Harry sat back and surveyed his work. A pouch of pennies. A pouch of ten-pence coins. A coin purse with twenty pennies, fifty ten-pences, one hundred florins, one hundred sovereigns and one hundred crowns. A purse with a whole heap of florins, sovereigns, crowns and surprisingly, two dozen sceptres, some full, some not so full and another half dozen empty. A pouch holding dozens of empty purses and pouches. A pouch holding dozen more purses and pouches, this time the ones that had contents.
And it was these last two pouches that he was looking at, humming in consideration. He could use that for a long-term income, maybe… But it gave him ideas. Ideas that meant moving some of what he’d just summoned and doing a fair amount more summoning. Thanks be to Hermione, for teaching how to cast ‘As Necessary Expansion’ and feather-light charms, they was going to get a lot of use, he just knew it.
He pulled out another empty pouch and began to cast again.
When he finished, he nodded and smiled.
A pouch with gold dust, gold nuggets and ingots. A second pouch for silver, a third for gems and jewellery, a fourth for mithril. One for keys, one for locks, one for lockable containers. One for pennies and another for ten-pences. One for empty purses and pouches and one for purses and pouches in use. And lastly the coin purses he was going to use, one of which went into the breast pocket of Remus’ robe and the other went with everything else, into his pack.
He was as ready to enter the city as he was ever going to be.
He stood and changed his clothes using the embroidered charms, followed by resetting the notice-me-not to fade as he moved, timing it so that he was behind a wagon when it dropped, completely.
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Entering the city, Harry made his way to the assayer’s office that the dwarf had told him about, setting up a slight glamour as he went. He didn’t want any officials... or thugs... to be able to identify him later, he was going to exchange raw materials for a lot of gold, after all. Here he used a minor Confundus on the assayer, something just strong enough for the Man to ignore magic and how Harry was able to store so much gold or silver, or so many coins in such small pouches. He swapped the all dust, most nuggets and some of the ingots for sovereigns and crowns, the pennies and ten-pences for florins and the sceptres for crowns, adding them all to his savings purse. He politely thanks the assayer and headed for the surveyor’s office for a couple of decent maps before he left the building, letting the glamour fall when he was out of sight.
From there, he made his way across the city to the northern wall, to the dwarven trade-master's buildings. He was polite with the guard when he asked to speak to the Master and after a short wait, was escorted to the Master’s office.
“Is the wee nadnith alright?” The Master asked, as soon as Harry entered the office.
“Yes, he’s well, just tired.” Harry nodded.
“Good, that’s good.” The Master nodded back. “Now tell me, lad, what can I do for you?”
“Less than a week ago, a ship left Pelargir bound for the Grey Havens. A large party of dwarves were bound for the Blue Mountains, travelling from the Iron Hills. There were about seventy spread out across four ships, with over twenty on board one ship.” Harry said. “That ship won’t make it.”
“Lad?” The Master asked, in alarm.
“The storm…” Harry paused. “The ship was moving well, then the storm hit. It drove the ship into the western edge of Tolfalas. It broke up on the rocks at the base of the cliff. The other ships in the flotilla, they tried to help, but they just couldn’t get close enough, even the tenders struggled. Teddy and I, and a few bags, were put ashore on Drowned Barrel beach, to the west of the city. Some of the survivors chose other beaches. Apparently, the Harbour Masters here, don’t like ships to have passengers that aren’t on the manifest.” While everything he said was true and could easily be verified by contacting the harbour masters, it hadn’t actually happened to Harry.
The old dwarf that Harry had confundused had told Harry that he’d been on one of the other ships, travelling with the first, he and others had had to watch as the ship had wrecked on the rocks and left only a few survivors, who had been spread out over the other three ships.
“Oh, lad…” The Master sighed.
“Teddy’s parents are dead and I’m all he has left.”
“How… how are you connected to him?”
“His father and mine were… fostered together. Along with another lad, they called themselves brothers. My parents were killed when I was less and two years old and I was sent to live with my mother’s sister, who hated me, just for the fact that I was my mother’s son. When I was eleven, I was taken from them and introduced to the most amazing woman. She taught me, loved me, punished when I needed it.” Harry sighed, after Hermione, McGonagall was the most important woman in his life. “She introduced me to Remus, I think she hoped that he would teach me more than she could and he did. When Teddy was born, Remus asked me to stand as Hand of Eru for him.” Harry had asked the old dwarf what the closest comparison to godfather was and after explaining what a godfather was, the old dwarf had told him about being chosen as a child’s Hand.
“Hand?” The Master’s brows rose. “You’re the nadnith Hand? But you’ve no beads.”
“No, I don’t.” Harry replied. “I’m lucky to have anything. The ship went down that fast, that getting half a dozen people out alive, is amazing. Getting an infant out, is near miraculous. The fact that I have two bags is… almost unbelievable.” Harry gave the dwarf a tired smile. “Keeping beads in water that violent… it… it just didn’t happen.” Again, all this was fact, it just didn’t apply to Harry and Teddy.
“Ah.” The Master sighed and nodded. “The storm was bad, even here.”
“I lost more than just Teddy’s parents.” Harry whispered. “My Hand, my best friends and their siblings and a couple of youngsters that I was teaching.”
“Teaching?” The Master frowned.
“School stuff.” Harry replied. “Letters, numbers, that sort of thing.” He wasn’t going to mention magic, not if he could avoid it.
“Ah.” The Master nodded in understanding and relaxed back into his seat. “We can send a message to the Blue Mountains if you wish, or back to the Iron Hills?”
“I was told that the ships’ captains were going to see to that, one ship was going on to the Havens.” Or so the old dwarf had told him.
“Right, then.” The Master sat up. “What do you need, lad? Money? A job? A family for the little one? A berth on a ship to the Grey Havens?”
“Teddy stays with me, I won’t part with him, not willingly. And no, no more ships. One of the bags I have with me is Teddy’s and the other has things I’ve put aside to sell.”
“Explain.” The Master tilted his head.
“I was taught many things, among them, how to fix locks and keys and while I haven’t done a formal apprenticeship, Remus said that I was as good a Crafter, as any he'd seen. So I started getting together bits and bobs. Coin purses and pouches and the odd little lockbox, a few keys and some locks. And since I reached the city, I’ve managed to pick up a few more keys and even a lock or two. I figure that if I can get a cart, I can… maybe… look at selling that sort of thing.”
“Well, now…” The Master nodded in satisfaction. “We might be able to help you there.”
“I’ve got sufficient coin to start afresh, I just need help putting them in the right places.” Harry assured the dwarf.
“Then we can definitely help, lad.” The Master grinned. “But there’s one issue. Time. The treaty between the Iron Hill and Gondor means that you’ve only a limited time that you can stay here in the city. Unless you’re a Master or apprenticed to a Master, or have family here, you can only stay in the city for two nights.”
“Crap.” Harry muttered.
“But I think we can make it work.” The Master said. “However, you’re going to need more than just a cart. If it were just yourself, you might be able to get away with only a cart, but you’ve got the little one to think about. You’ll need a wagon to live in and if you’re going to ply a trade, you’ll need a shop-cart, too.”
“And you think I can get that in two days?” Harry asked, blinking.
“Ah, not two days, lad.” The Master shook his head. “I said two nights. That is today, tonight... tomorrow, tomorrow night... and the following day. You only have to be out of the city by sunset, that day.”
“Oh…” Harry exclaimed in understanding before nodding. “So, what would you suggest? How to go about this?”
“Spend today seeing to the wagon and cart and getting things together for you and… Teddy, was it? And tomorrow we’ll put you through your paces. Assess what you can do. We’ll see that you’ve a fresh ledger and the beads to show your craft skills. You’ll have to meet with our Beadsmith about getting family beads remade and who knows? Maybe by then you’ll be ready for tarbûn beads.”
“Oh…” Harry sat back in relief and smiled. Teddy felt the change in Harry’s tension levels and burbled happily.
“I think someone likes that idea.” The Master laughed.
“If he’s anything like me, he does.” Harry chuckled and pressed his nose against Teddy’s cheek.
“So, first.” The Master stood up. “Somewhere for you both to sleep. We’ve not many empty rooms, here, just now. But if you don’t mind, we’ve just finished a new storeroom? It’s completely empty, but we can put a cot in it for you and a cradle for Teddy. At the least it will be warm, as it shares a wall with the kitchens. And it’s private, with access to the courtyard, only a few feet from the door.”
“Sir, that would be grand.” Harry grinned. “I’d happily sleep on the ground, if it meant Teddy could have a bed.”
“Oh, now, we can’t have that.” The Master shook his head. “Come along and we’ll check it out, if you’re happy with it, it’s yours for the two nights. Your things will be safe and you can use it to store anything you purchase, until the wagon is ready. No-one will touch them.” He led the way from the office and down a long corridor.
“Thank you, sir.” Harry responded as he followed the dwarf.
Ten minutes later, his and Teddy’s bags sat beside a cot, while Harry was changing another smelly nappy.
“There’s a bucket outside the door, lad, leave the dirty one there, the laundresses will see that it’s cleaned and returned.” The Master said.
“Are you sure?” Harry asked. “I don’t mind cleaning it.”
“Nay, lad, you’ve more important things to do today.” The dwarf grinned. “And face it, you’ll have plenty to clean, after you leave here.”
“If you say so.” Harry shrugged, he’d offered to do it and been knocked back, he wasn’t going to argue the point. He finished putting Teddy back in his overalls and slipped him back into his carrier. “Such a good little cub, aren’t you? Yes, you are.” He nuzzled against Teddy’s cheek, earning himself a happy burble and tiny hand smacking at his face. “Now, now, that’s my nose, be gentle with it. How’s about we go for a walk and see about some wheels?” He slid the carrier straps over his head and picked up the dirty nappy, dropping it in the bucket that the Master pointed at and then turned to face the dwarf.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said, “I’ve just realised that I didn’t catch your name, sir.”
“I’m Tavric, son of Kerric, son of Melric.” The Master replied.
“Hi, I’m Harry,” he blinked and remember how dwarves add their paternal lineage in formal introductions, “son of James, son of Fleamont. This here is Teddy, son of Remus, son of Lyall.” Harry ran a gentle finger down Teddy’s arm.
“Welcome to Dol Amroth, young Harry. Shall we see about a wagon for you and Teddy?”
“Yes, please.” Harry smiled and followed Tavric from the building and across a wide courtyard.
A few minutes’ walk and Tavric led him into another courtyard and stopped at the entrance to a large shed.
“Master Cartwright Joss.” He called through the wide door.
“Master Tavric?” A rough voice answered. “What kin we be doing for ya?”
“I’ve a challenge for you, Master Joss.” Tavric answered. “Young Harry here needs a wagon and a shop-cart.”
“Oh? And where’s the challenge in that, then?”
“As per the treaty between the Iron Hills and Gondor, Harry can only stay in the city for two nights. He has to be through the gates by sunset, the day after tomorrow.” Tavric replied, with a raised brow.
“Ah.” Master Joss grunted. “Aye, that’d be challenge, alright.” He nodded a few times. “A wagon and cart?”
“Aye. Harry’s got the babe to think of and that means somewhere to live and an income to provide for young Teddy.” Tavric gestured to Teddy and Joss grunted again.
“Right, ya are.” Joss nodded. “Wagon first, then. Gots to have somewhere for the wee bairn.”
“Yes, please.” Harry nodded. His head might be spinning with how fast things were happening, but getting somewhere for he and Teddy to sleep, as they travelled, was essential. And apparently, time critical.
“Well, come on in, then, and let’s see what we can do fer ya.” Joss led Harry and Tavric into the depths of the shed and through to a second shed. “This here is the storage shed, all these wagons is fer sale and I kin build onto it, as yer like.” He gestured to a couple of wagons that were little more than a chassis. “Do ya know what yer looking fer?”
“Not really.” Harry shook his head. He’d done a little summer work at a carriage stable in Surrey, so he knew roughly how care for a horse or pony and how to harness and drive them. Roughly...
“Do yer have far ta go?”
“Oh, yes.” Harry grinned. “From here to Minas Tirith, north to the Great East-West Road and from there, it’ll either be west to the Blue Mountains or east to the Iron Hills. Well over a thousand miles.”
“Oh, stars above, lad…” Joss’ eyes widened in surprise. “That’s a journey and half.” Harry just laughed at the man’s expression. “Well, then… I’m thinking you’ll want a ten- or twelve-footer. Ya’ll need a pair of ponies to pull it, though, not jest the one. Over here, lad, one o’ these three.”
Harry shook his head. “Master Joss, I have no idea what constitutes a good wagon, so I am quite happy to defer to you and your knowledge as to which would be better suited.”
“Well, a good pair of ponies can pull ya wagon and a small shop-cart, as long as they’re not pushed too hard and ya don’t over-load the wagon.”
“Would you be able to advise Harry on the right ponies, Master Joss?” Tavric asked.
“Aye, I kin do tha’, but not until the wagon’s plans are put together.” Joss answered.
“Oh, no, of course not.” Harry replied. “Which wagon do you think is best suited to what I need?”
“I’d be pickin’ that one, young Sir.” Joss said pointing the furthest wagon chassis. “It be a fifteen-foot plains-runner, light and strong and we kin build on it to suit ya.” He nodded. “Aye, that one’s the best.”
“If you say that’s the best then I’ll abide by your recommendation.” Harry agreed. “What do you think it will cost me?”
“To have it ready in less than three days?” Joss hummed. “The wagon chassis is two crown. Building on it? Well that will depend on what ya’ll be wanting.”
Harry had a flash of memory of seeing the wagons used in the American west, but that wasn’t quite what he wanted, he was thinking something like that crossed with a caravan. Sort of.
“Do you have somewhere that we can draw up a plan, Master Joss?” Harry asked.
“Aye.” The cartwright nodded. “If ya’ll come this way, we kin work on that and I’ll have me lads pull the chassis out and into the workshop.”
Back in the first shed, Joss laid out a rope on the floor of the shop. “This here is the space ya got to work with. Fifteen foot long by six foot wide. Iffen I think yer over-loading, I’ll tell ya.”
Harry wasn’t too worried about over-loading, he could always cast feather-light charms on things, but he had to make whatever he got, look the part. Staying inconspicuous was vital to avoiding the attention of the wizards and the elves.
Harry accepted the piece of chalk that Joss handed him. “I’m thinking that I want a portion, perhaps a third, divided off and kept for just pony supplies and equipment.” He roughly marked off a section. “For barrels of feed, hay, their harnesses and the like.”
“A third, ya said?” Joss grunted and measured it properly. “Aye, that’d be good.”
“I think so.” Harry nodded. “That leaves ten feet of wagon for Teddy and I.” He tilted his head. “I’d like a set of divided shelves as part of the division between inside and the pony section. Perhaps with a canvas backing instead of solid timber, to keep it light?” He watched as Joss made a note on a piece of slate with a nail. “And benches across the front and down this side. Just a foot high and two foot wide.” Given how tall and wide most dwarves seemed to be, two foot seemed to be ample wide enough. “Hmm… no, make it twenty inches. Give me more floor room. And on this side, I’d like a… um… a cage(?) or fence(?), to keep smaller, household barrels in.”
He and Joss spent over an hour talking about all the things Harry wanted in the wagon, from shelves to drawers, to the canvas and timber shelving, to enough canvas to make an awning, to having part of the wagon side fold down into a ladder/stairs for access to the living part of the wagon. Joss was quick to suggest a similar system for the rear of the wagon, for access to the pony feed area. When Teddy started to fret, Harry asked if he might use the fire-pit in the corner of the shed, to warm a bottle for the baby, but the discussion barely even slowed.
Then it was time for the smaller shop-cart and Joss suggested altering an older pony cart. Here, Harry had a clear idea in his mind. He wanted a box that was four-foot square, where the back opened like double-doors, but that the hinges were a foot down the side of the box. The idea being, that both doors would be like shallow boxes when open, one with small shelves six inches apart and the other with two rails and a shelf at the base of the door. The shelves would eventually, hold small trinket boxes, lockboxes and the like, while the rails would hold locks with a matching key tied to the lock by string. The interior of the cart would hold any larger lockboxes or strongboxes that he found.
He also requested a box that slid into, what had originally been, the footwell of the cart. The box was two-foot front-to-back, three-foot wide and eighteen inches tall and had a pair of trestle legs to sit on, legs that folded up and went into the main cart space, for travelling. It had a drawer at the base and a lid that lifted to expose a sunken box. The drawer had a number of dividers, as did the sunken box, while the lid had rows of small pegs. Harry planned to use this as a display area to show off and hold the coin purses and pouches.
After taking notes, Joss’ crew got to work almost immediately, while Joss and Harry discussed the final cost.
“It won’t be cheap, lad.” Joss said. “Not if you want it done fast. We kin do it, but like I said, not going to be cheap.”
“How much are we talking?”
Joss sighed. “The wagon chassis is Ç2 and the cart is another Š7. But it’s the amount of work that we’ll have to do, in such little time, that’s gonna cost ya. I can’t see it costing anything less than Ç15.”
Harry saw Tavric blink and wince, but the dwarf didn’t speak up, like Harry, he knew that irrespective of the cost, Harry needed both the wagon and the cart, and needed them done in less than three days.
“Is that including the wagon and cart cost, or in addition to it?” Harry asked.
“Including the wagon and cart.” Joss answered, nodding.
“Do it.” Harry nodded. “I need it, so I’m going to have to pay for it.” There really was no other choice.
“I’ll be needing a deposit.” Joss warned.
Harry hummed. “Ç8 now and the rest on completion,” he offered.
“Tha’ sounds fine, lad.” Joss held out a hand and Harry shook it, before digging out his coin purse and counting out the coins. “If ya want, lad, I kin see to getting the ponies for ya, or at least I kin go with ya when ya choose ‘em.”
“I’d prefer to be involved in that, but I would welcome your knowledge and assistance.” Harry replied, he wasn’t sure if the little he knew about horses and ponies, was worth anything here, but he wanted to see what he was getting.
“Alright. Iffen ya drop back about mid-affernoon, I’ll take ya down ta the traders and we’ll see about some ponies.”
“Thank you, Master Joss.” Harry shook the man’s hand again and follow Tavric from the shed. “That went well.” He grinned.
“Indeed it did, Harry.” Tavric agreed. “Now? How’s young Teddy handling the day?”
“He’s asleep and drooling on me.” Harry huffed.
“Perhaps a towel over your chest?” Tavric suggested.
“We don’t have any.” Harry ducked his head.
“Ah, well, let’s see to that shall we? And some clothes for you both? Something suitable for travelling in and something for Teddy to grow into?”
“That would be helpful.” Harry nodded, he knew Hermione had put in a trunk of things for Teddy, but he couldn’t just pull that out of nowhere, now could he? And that didn't even take into account, that what Hermione had sent might stand out as foreign or alien.
Tavric led Harry down into the main market and into a small shop, that turned out to be a used clothing merchant’s. Here, he picked out a half-dozen changes of clothes for himself and twice that for Teddy. Next it was to the leather-workers, where Harry got a jerkin, a long leather vest, that buckled across the chest and went to mid-thigh. He could wear it under the jacket that Hermione got him, if he needed to. That and a couple of belts and a small belt-satchel and they were done there.
After that, it was to a linen merchant for some towels, blankets and a pair of bedrolls. Harry figured that he could cut one bedroll down for Teddy, until the merchant suggested rolling up each end, that way as Teddy grew, he only had to unroll it, for the boy to have a bed that fit. More nappies and the funny over-nappy pants that Hermione had called pilchers, they stopped any mess leaving the nappy and getting Teddy’s clothes dirty. Harry happily bought a dozen of each.
Then it was a stop at a tin-smith’s, where Harry bought a heap of things, pots, pans, mugs, plates, bowls, spoons, ladles, table knives, trays, a kettle and a large tin box. He thought the box would make an excellent stasis-box for food. He saw a range of small tin boxes that the smith said were frequently used to store spices and other foodstuffs in and he figured that a return visit was somewhere in the near future.
Going back to the Master’s house, gave Harry a chance to deposit his buys and change Teddy again. A quick glance at the still sleeping boy, had Harry making up two more bottles which he quickly tucked into the newly bought satchel and hooked it through the straps of Teddy’s carrier and over Harry’s shoulder.
Now that he had a fair idea where the market was and how to get from the market to Tavric’s house or the cartwright’s, Tavric showed Harry where the house’s hand-wagon was and told him that he could have free use of it. Then he suggested that Harry sit down with the house’s steward and work out exactly what he needed and what were extras that would make life a little easier as he travelled.
An hour with the steward and Harry was back at the tin-smith’s, he happily stunned the man when he bought fifty-plus of the food tins, in four different sizes. He also happily paid an extra florin to have all but two of each size, delivered to Tavric’s for him. Those six tins, he took to the cartwright and asked if they could make the shelves to fit the tins. Joss’ son, Jeran, took the tins and changed the height of the upper shelves, but he left a small lip at the front of each shelf, to stop things from just sliding off the shelf. He was also the one to suggest buying baskets for the lower shelves, to put cooking things in, as plates would either roll out, if stored on their side or slide off, if stacked one atop another. Jeran wouldn’t fix the shelves until Harry had purchased baskets, just in case they didn’t fit properly. They would be next and he would have them delivered to straight to Jeran.
A stop at the tea merchant’s got Harry some nice tea and a teapot, enough for a day or two, but he knew that he’d have to buy as much as he could, to take with him. Thank heavens he was a wizard and could cast shrinking and featherlight charms on barrels, he just knew he was going to get plenty of practice at that.
By that point, it was time to meet Joss to visit the horse traders and see about some ponies.
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