Willing Assistant Attn Ravelan

Laura Walker

Garatt liked books. And he had decent handwriting, and a decent memory for teaching songs. Harper had therefore seemed to be an easy choice for him as far as crafts went. They, after all, had all the books.

(He might have chosen BeastCrafting had his father not spent the last couple of turns firmly drumming into him that messing around with canines and runners was not a suitable activity for boys who were meant to be studying. He'd been well-trained to chose duty over pleasure by now, well-trained enough that the fact his father had no weight in this particular decision had yet to occur to him.)

What he did not have however was an ear for music. And the HarperCraft, well-used by now to boys who signed up for their three hours a day Crafting and then Impressed and never returned, saw little point trying to make a gifted musician out of a boy who clearly was not that interested but also had decent handwriting and could do basic tasks well if he stopped daydreaming for long enough. Far more sensible to send him to Harpers who could use that and at least get some use out of him.

So, Garatt got used to arriving and being sent to whichever Harper looked most in need of a willing assistant that day. He knocked politely and then stuck his head around the door without waiting for a response.

"'Excuse me. They said to ask if you needed help."


Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.

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