my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
The boy’s comment was surprising, and Amun gave him a cheerful grin. ”What people? The only ones out are us, swift.” Indeed, the potter made a big show of looking around, trying to spot some hidden intruder, before returning his gaze to Clem. ”It’s unusual enough to find someone reading here, alone, in the middle of the night.” Amun’s voice had lost a little bit of the easy-going edge, though mischief still lurked in his eyes.
When the boy explained that he couldn’t read, the potter smirked, though not unkindly. ”Have you thought about finding yourself a teacher?” Instead of mocking, his tone was almost kind, if a bit teasing. Now that Amun knew what the problem was, he looked back over the pages before Clem, noting that the boy was marking down the harder words. At least the research project made sense.
When the boy explained that he couldn’t read, the potter smirked, though not unkindly. ”Have you thought about finding yourself a teacher?” Instead of mocking, his tone was almost kind, if a bit teasing. Now that Amun knew what the problem was, he looked back over the pages before Clem, noting that the boy was marking down the harder words. At least the research project made sense.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
