Jarek comes back to the castle with stories to tell of the things that he had seen, but he again finds himself underfoot and frequently regaling an unwilling listener. Jarek plays or sings for some of the masons who are working on the stone work at the castle. They are mostly appreciative and occasionally let him help him with some of the tasks that would have been given to very young apprentices (no sharp objects for Jarek).
Jarek keeps an eye out for Kasia, but whenever he sees her, his failing to figure out more about how the docks work or successfully eavesdrop to get them a better deal on the salt seem to spring to mind. And things like I saw a pretty horse at an Orc funeral seem incredibly lame, so he awkwardly starts and then abruptly ends conversations with her.
Jarek remembers his morning perch and the quiet of Ur-zitz before the rush of day’s activity had begun. Jarek has taken to climbing early in the morning to enjoy the sunrise and learning more about the cube in the predawn light. He has discovered several moving parts now. There have been times when Jarek thought he felt a frisson of energy from the cube, but he always put it off to a morning chill or simply his imagination.