"All about your business," Gotho orders the younger kids. "Bodhi will be here when you are done. Witichis, Alaric, you bring the trestle tables. Hilde, start laying the table and don't forget the good goblets we brought from Birka. Wachis, please go for more chairs. Thanks -- chop-chop!"

Everybody obeys like a well-trained army. Gotho, the only one without orders, keeps helping Bodhi to unload.