Later, after all the chests -no boxes- were inside the Hold proper, I set to sorting it all -with inquisitive helpers: Shenall; Mastersmith Fandarel, who had just arrived on a dragon from Telgar (you see, I had asked that he be drummed for because I needed someone who knew about machinery to help me figure out what some of my stuff was); and Steward Brand. It seemed everything I owned before I "arrived" was there, including some things I had never seen before. Also, in one of these boxes was my first obsolete -but very good- computer which Master Fandarel lunged at. He started to look for a way to open the housing and I stopped him.
 "No, you can not take it apart!"
 "But Jason, the knowledge!"
 "Master Fandarel, I don't even understand all of it myself. Leave it in one piece!"
 "Please!?" he asked sounding stranger than usual.
 "Sir, I can't let you," his dejection was palpable, "but I do know of another computer which would put my friend here," I patted it, "to total and complete shame."
 "Where? Tell me!"
 "In two days, sir," he set me back down on my feet, "I think in the meantime you should get back to your distance-writer. It will be