High Holy Day Mishap
“Has Uncle Prude come yet?” Torzet asked of his brothers and cousin as he pulled the frock over his head and settled it smoothly over his shoulders.
“He’s been here and gone,” Alvaz told his elder brother, “and noted your tardiness. You are not going to get to sing another one. His ship arrived late last night.”
“I’ll bet he’s discussing it with the priests now,” Windal chimed in, taunting his elder brothers and elbowing his cousin, Matov, in the side as he did.