always watching these days.” He walked over to the stones.
For a moment, Retonga watched as he rearranged his pile, then he turned, tilting his head back.
“Awaken,” he shouted. “For the sun looks down and shall he find us asleep?”
A head poked out of a door.
“It’s a rest day. We’ll be at it soon enough, but what’s the hurry?”
Retonga shook his head. “I know it’s rest day. You know it’s rest day. But there’s one who forgets these things. Remember the other evening?”
Folshan winced and Retonga pointed.
“Better get those dolls picked up. And there’s that roof of yours. I’ll give you a hand with it.”
Folshan came out of his hut, then looked back.
“No,” he said slowly. “You’re headman. Remember how that happened? Let the master catch you helping with the work and we’ll need yet another headman.” He shook his head.