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[texasaeronaut]

“Here’s the way of it,” Lee Scoresby says, and will say to anyone who stops to ask why he is standing next to the board where notices are left. “We heard some people around here farm a bit, and we were wondering the way a body gets started at it. Because we don’t want to go taking any space as belongs to somebody else, or go cutting down any magic

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[illgotten]

"You're thinking of Percy," Mordred says -- his own family has more of a kitchen garden than anything else. "Percy's a special case, he'd plant potatoes in the middle of the street if he was let to." Anachronistic potatoes at that, but who's counting?

"Down south through the woods is probably your best bet. Plenty of room, and no forest. Lady Rohana is out there, and the fellow with the goats, but other than that I don't think anyone's claimed it."

[texasaeronaut]

"I'll see if I can find him," he says with a laugh. "I thank you kindly. That's all there is to it? Just claiming it first?"

[illgotten]

He shrugs. "Unless something objects. It's not as though anyone lives here except the rest of us waifs."

[texasaeronaut]

"And if it's a something rather than a somebody I'm bothering, maybe it's better I don't know. 'Least that way we can tell them it wasn't on purpose."

[illgotten]

Mordred grins. "Right."

[texasaeronaut]

Lee grins, too. "Again, I'm awfully grateful for your help."