But he was bound to stay where he was, so he took out his anger in words. “Treacherous misguided tool!” he shouted. “I’ll have no more of you!” Brother Matthew looked up in astonishment. “ ’Tis not the tool that is at fault, but thine unskilled hands,” he said quietly. “If thou’rt to learn to use it, patience and care are better teachers than a bad temper.” “Think you I am but a carpenter’s son and apprentice?”
