General conversation had resumed, the family imagining it was just a routine business phone call. Only a raised bushy eyebrow from Andrew telegraphed ...'you don't work on Sunday's. What's up?' She shook her head and he went back to marshalling the tribes. Benjamin was clinging to her leg trying to tell her a complicated story about swans and cows. Better teach him telepathy. Work would be a rest cure after this.There was a knock at the door and Susan Riches bobbed in. Elizabeth could never decide. ’‘Thanks, Pat, that makes me feel better. I will do as you wanted, by the way. I don’t need the truth spell.’ I told him, realizing I needed him as much as he needed me.‘Kid, lesson one. Never give away an advantage. I learned the hard way, and if you are going to be an apprentice, then listen when I tell you something. Use the damn spell.’ He told me, his mental voice acerbic.I chanted the spell, pushing it down the ribbon I had created.‘Not bad! You are pretty strong for a beginner. I think I. Your stubbornness against all reason and logic, or even a modicum of common sense ill becomes you or your duties. Sometimes a Foole cannot see what is right in front of him, but you are both too blind even to see the noses on your faces. The Duchy is on the very cusp of descending into a terrible war that cannot be avoid, ignored or wished away with shut eyes and the whistling of a merry tune. The time for obstinacy is quite over, and it is clearly apparent that the performance of your current. Our ships largely sit idle for these months currently." Scot thought aloud, his business degree coming to the fore once more as he tried to 'sweat his assets'."How are we for labour?" Scott asked next."We've got more than enough for what we're able to do currently. That might change when we get power and begin to expand production and diversify into some of the other things we need." Said the civil engineer."I want you to begin to look at drawing up plans to begin to build everything.