Only, all of a sudden, for some speaker to abruptly
begin an unexpected, long string of names, all of them sons and fathers
and in-laws of this or that important personage, and she must suddenly
scramble to record all before they slipped from memory. She rarely
slipped up, but it could be grueling at times.
Fortunately, only three generations had been mentioned this time; Noah,
and his father and grandfather along with their common titles of
Patriarch. That was easy.
As Si'Wren continued to follow the words of the trader, she noticed
that Emperor Euphrates seemed to be unusually agitated by what was
being said, and she could not help speculating distractedly on why this
should be.
What seemed to scare Emperor Euphrates so badly, from what Si'Wren
could garner, was that this great Patriarch called Noah wasn't just
building another ship by the sea shore, for ordinary fishing or
trading. Oh no, not this one called Noah. He was a different kettle of
fish altogether, for he was working far from the sea shore, over by the
forests where he would not have to haul his wood so far.
It was a little backwards, and in fact seemed outright senseless on the
face of it. Customarily, as all knew, you must haul the wood to the
seashore, and build beside the sea.
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