Crispin Dunhay’s Steady Lamp
- Cheap passage
- A quick catch
- Busier than the day
- Passage slackens
Over Ashfen, where the reeds stand higher than a man, Crispin Dunhay cut his last bundle at dusk and saw a lamp burning on the open water with no House behind it. It had no bellows, no stoker, and no flicker of a catch, only a flame that needed no tending. He swore to it at the Wakeful’s table, as he had the first time, and the clerk wrote it down under no name at all.