Pausing, Jacques quickly looks out the door.
‘Brahm gave us until sundown to continue our work. It seems we’ll have to do this later, Isaac.’ Walking back in, Jacques tosses a rough brown sack onto Isaac’s desk.
‘What is the meaning of this?’
‘Pack whatever you need. You’re leaving this town with our caravan tonight. This is not a request, it is an order.’ Jacques is a frightening man when he gave a command, and given how timid Isaac is, he is not willing to test Jacques’ temper.
‘Okay.’ And with that, Isaac says nothing more, merely packing away his writing tools, spare clothing and whatever small trinkets he wished to keep.
‘What about my house though?’
‘What about it? This old cottage is about to fall apart. I would guess it will only last another year or two..’ Seeing that Jacques isn’t in the mood for questions, Isaac keeps his mouth shut. His sack of items is filled and ready to go within a couple of minutes. Jacques inspects, and then gives his approval.
‘You’re ready, then? Let’s head off. Brahm may be patient, but even he has his limits.’