copies can be made. The words are added by
something that printers call 'type.'"
14 "Thank you," said The Hawk, "you may go."
15 As the man turned to leave he took hold of a boy's hand, who had
been standing behind him, and began to lead him off. The boy suddenly
pulled free, and ran to The Hawk. "Lord!" he cried, "If things like
those in his books are forbidden in your land, please keep me here. I
don't want to go with him and do the things he wants." The boy could
barely speak his language, but The Hawk understood.
16 "The boy belongs to me," cried the merchant. "I paid a high price
for him. You may take my goods, but not my personal servant."
17 "How much did he pay for you, boy?" The Hawk asked.
18 "Twenty-five coppers," the boy answered.
19 "You will get fifty coppers more," snapped The Hawk. "I'm sure you
will buy a new servant when you get home. But this one stays with me.
In a year he will have his freedom. Now, get out, before I forget your
ignorance of our Law and have your head."
20 The man quickly departed. The Hawk turned to his son. "You have been
asking for a personal servant," he announced, "you have one."
21 The Hawk called in Shining Serpent. "I have a mission for you," he
announced. "I want you to go to Zo and tell Bright Star that I want one
of these Epon craftsmen called 'printers,' and all of his equipment.
Find one, and bring him here. Let him know that I, personally, will
guarantee him plenty of work.
22 If this printing can make filth like this, it could turn out
hundreds of copies of our Holy