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224 pages, Paperback
First published December 1, 1982
I stopped when I smelled the magic. It was strong magic. Old magic. And it carried the faint scent of the sea. (p. 3)
At first I was inclined to agree with the woman that the boy was a liar; but then I watched him pour the water from the well bucket into his own as if each drop was liquid gold instead of mere water.
His was an attitude of believing that even the smallest, most menial things must be done well. We try to develop just that same kind of spirit when we're young, but it's rare among humans--let alone in a young kitchen servant. (p. 12)