Golden shouldn’t have felt so interested, but there it was. “What is all of this?”
Fletcher didn’t stop what he was doing, arranging the instruments on the table. “I teach the young baron in his spare time. While I can’t teach him magic, which is my specialty, I can still show him the things I have seen from all of my travels.”
Golden sat on the other side of the table. He should have left, really. Well, that was only how he felt about it. What about that one? he wanted to ask, but the fact he had already asked a question stuck on his tongue. He felt more like scoffing and walking out. He struggled against it.
“Once this is put together, it will show an outside representation of the sky.”
“What?” The question left him before he could think about it. Golden continued to not think about it. “None of that looks like the sky.”
“And it won’t, from what we see down here. It took me long enough to come up with a physical representation…” Golden wasn’t sure what he was talking about now, but eventually Fletcher got back on track. “Would you like to stay and watch?”
Then the Baroness’ son would know. Golden got up and left the room. If Fletcher said anything after him, he didn’t listen.