He hadn't. They walked into town.
Blahrog was in conference with the Everking.
"I'd better wait for him," Miss Featherpenny said. "I want to find out what's going on before I talk to Andy."
"I'd better rescue Mother Klagom from the baby."
Blahrog was as long-winded as usual.
"Where is Mr. Stephens?" Miss Featherpenny demanded, as soon as she saw him coming down the hall.
"In his old storeroom," Blahrog said moodily. "He's quite drunk, I believe, but he doesn't seem to be getting any ideas."
"Then why did you stop cobbling?"
Blahrog did a Felician shrug. "We're waiting to see what happens. There's no sense making shoes any more if they aren't wanted."
"I have to talk to him," Miss Featherpenny said.