It became clear that being 24 while reading this was going to be a problem. I wish I had found it when I was a kid.
Zefa started to get on my last nerve. Their parents have to send them to the city because they don't have enough food to take care of them. Her brother Jomar already has a job set up as an apprentice for a goldsmith. He has to take Zefa with him and be responsible for her. She demanded to have her lyre, a musical instrument, brought with her even though it would make her pack heavy. Then on the trail she couldn't keep up and when Jomar said he would stop and wait for her she actually said that wasn't fair because he would get to rest. When they stopped to eat she complained about the food, wrinkled her nose and said the pomegranates looked like leather, and the emmer was tasteless. What girl in a position of being poor and starving would complain about the food not being good enough? Her mom gave her better food, almonds, raisins and an egg. When Jomar told her to eat she stuffed over half the egg in her mouth and didn't even think of sharing. Right from the get go she was made too annoying and whiny and I disliked her intensely.
It took such an unwanted twist when as they're going to the city, Jomar asked her to sing for him and a work crew overhears her singing and basically demanded to have her. So Jomar had to agree to work just to be with her. I didn't like being promised they were going to the city, him to work with the goldsmith and construct the bull for the temple, and then to have them waylaid by a group of nasty men.
Characters that sing usually get on my nerves. Their songs are stupid and I find their need for praise highly annoying. The work camp leader asked her to play and she's happy to play for the men because they like her music. The only one who appreciated her music at home was the pig. I don't care.
Once the leader fell asleep the slave helped them to escape by distracting everyone with a wrestling match, allowing them to run away, so at least they escaped quickly. On the way to the city they run into a group of people with a crying baby. Of course Zefa brings out her lyre and sings a song and the baby goes right to sleep. When they got to the gate the guard wouldn't let her in but she sang a song and the guard instantly changed, entranced by her beautiful music, as was everyone within hearing distance because her voice is so pretty. One person even said she honors their god. I was so irritated.
But when she got mad at Jomar for saying they had such a cruel custom (where the guilty is put into a river and if they're innocent they'll make it out but if they're guilty they'll drown) and she said he didn't believe in the test I was like this girl actually sucks. Who could hear of that and think it's a rightful test of guilt? I know that's what they did back then and people accepted it, but I would have liked the characters to disagree with it and find it mean, not wholeheartedly believe in it.
I liked the bits of information interspersed throughout the story. I found the book very informative. Timber, gemstones and metals had to be imported and were regulated in the city and only used for royal use, so any sellers in the city claiming to have lapis lazuli would have been selling fakes. Merchants would take clay beads and paint them blue to pass them off as real. Timber had to be tied together and floated down river.
Zefa braided her hair and piled it atop her head which signified she was a lady, and wearing them down was a sign of being a slave. Poor, country people would offer themselves as slaves in order to survive.
They were already sitting on the work bench, so how could Sidah physically place Jomar somewhere? Shouldn't it be that he placed the tray in front of Jomar?
I came to dislike Sidah and didn't like it when the author had him do a personality change. He had been so nice and supportive of them, but then on the second day he became impatient with Jomar's questions and spoke to him coldly, especially when they found out a lapis head was missing and they both thought it was Zefa. Too many problems to deal with. And for some reason Zefa seemed perturbed that Sidah had Jomar take the good drinking straw to the temple, said that he was too trusting too soon. Odd to have the little baby crying over getting scolded for stuffing most of the egg in her mouth suddenly wide enough to make a statement like this. And if all this wasn't enough Jomar runs into Malak, who's intent on getting Zefa back as his slave.
It was so irritating the things that didn't add up, like saying Sidah placed Jamar somewhere-as if you can place a grown boy somewhere-when he was already sitting down. Then Malak came to the house demanding Zefa and found her bedding on the floor, when she was sleeping in the storage room because they only had 3 cots and she had to sleep on the floor. Nari, Sidah's wife, told Malak that Zefa had also stolen from them, so he threatened to put her in the river for the drowning test. He only agreed to not do that if she was given to him when he got back to town. Zefa, who had recently gotten mad at Jomar for not believing the test, popped out crying that she had heard what Malak said, had seen the man at the bridge and couldn't bear to watch. Are you kidding me?! She was so cold and uncaring about the poor man being drowned to death, but when it's for her she suddenly can't stand the thought of it.
This story was at best boring. It wasn't awful, but it had no point to me as there was barely a plot. I got so sick of hearing about the process of hammering the gold, putting the tar on and making beads. Like 4 times we had an in-depth, huge paragraph about them making the bull and I just didn't care.
There was some insight into the culture. They had inflated animal bladder as balls. Interesting that they thought writing was a gift from the gods.The only things their land didn't need to import was the tar they used like glue, mud, clay, and reeds. They have ceremonial rites for the dead, and they offer food and drink for the afterlife. And the women wear clothes that reveal one shoulder. There really wasn't too much to learn about life back then, so it just average in that aspect.
I hate when characters do all of the wrong things. Omar asked too many questions, did what he was told not to do, withheld important information, forgot what he was told. I got so irritated as his constant comparing to Sidah's dead son. It was inane the way he was jealous of the dead son-whose father had trained him as a goldsmith-and his abilities, despaired he wouldn't be as good as him, blah, blah, blah. Very annoying. I didn't like Zefa at all, not once.
It felt like it was always on the cusp of something happening. I kept waiting for major action, but it was all low-key and any promise of anything good happening was resolved way too easily. Jomar had gone to the high priestess and told her about Malak wanting Zefa, that Malak threatened her favorite goldsmith, and she couldn't have that, so she got Malak out of the royal position and gave Zefa a job as a temple musician. Jomar agreed to stay with Sidah and learn the trade. His parents could come and see them for the new year celebration. The dead son's friend had the bead, not Zefa, and in a lame plot contrivance had been trying to tell Jomar that but Jomar was too rude and impatient to ever let him speak. So I didn't like Jomar either. Especially since he knew the boy's mom was sick and in pain but never made time for the boy and always put him down. Turns out the son had showed off the bead on the day he died, had been on the way to the harbor and gave the head to his friend to keep until he returned. So that was that. Malak had come back and demanded Zefa do the river test, but the family claimed they had been wrong and Jomar had stolen the bead, so Jomar jumped from the bridge and miraculously learned how to swim for the first time in his life in the raging river...which proved to Sidah and Zefa that the river test really does work...Yeah, good idea to have someone who couldn't swim just suddenly figure out how to use their arms and legs in a life and death situation and make it out alive of the dumbest test of guilt I've ever heard of, to convince 2 idiots that it really does work. The friend saved him and gave him the inflated ball to use as a float and pulled him out of the river. Zefa agreed to play the lyre for the funeral ceremony and everything was resolved just like that. A very boring story with unlikable characters. The best character was the friend but no one gave him a chance until the end. I definitely wouldn't read this again and wish I hadn't gotten it in the first place because it was a waste of time. The only thing that can be said was that I learned a little about the culture back then. And I like the cover. It really is a pretty and attention-grabbing cover. But Idk how Zefa's hair would be brown because it's black in the story.
typos
Pg. 78 "Sidah placed Jomar in front of the tray.."
183 He was in a hurry to grow the harbor..