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Book Information:
Genre: Fantasy
Author: L.E. Modesitt
Name: Wellspring of Chaos
Series: Saga of Recluse, Book 12
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Wellspring of Chaos
Book 12 of the Saga of Recluse
by L.E. Modesitt

I
Jvharl stood at the front window of his shop, looking westward for a moment at
the wedge of twilight sky visible between the slate roofs of the buildings on
the far side of the narrow CraftersТ Lane. A single lamp was visible through the
middle window of GharanТs quarters, above the weaverТs shop. Next door, at
HamylТs, both the lower floor and the rooms above were dark. That wasnТt
surprising, Kharl told himself, since HamylТs consort had taken the children to
her parentsТ holding to help with the early-midsummer gathering. That had left
the potter free to indulge himself at the Tankard, and the lane peaceful, since
KharlТs neighbor, the scrivener Tyrbel, was a widower and kept a quiet
establishment.
Lowering his eyes, the cooper glanced at the five barrels in his display, all
tight cooperage from the best white oak, ranging from the hogshead to the
standard barrel and down to the quarter barrel and the fine-finished fifth
barrel with the brass spigot, used by anyone who wanted to store and dispense
expensive liquids, mostly spirits. Then he barred the front door and closed the
shutters behind the lead-glassed panes that his grandsire had installed before
Kharl had been born. At that time, glass windows had been considered
particularly foolish for a cooper, unlike a goldsmith or an artisanЧor even a
weaver or a potterЧ who had to display work to attract buyers. Times had
changed, and most shops along the lane had come to display their wares behind
windows.
УA barrelТs a barrel. SoТs a hogshead. People buy barrels because they need
barrels.Ф Kharl smiled as he recalled the acerbic words of his grandmother, who