“Yes. You’re thirty, aren’t you, you’ve been a Master for four months now. Did you ever think, Ganil, that to be a Master means you have learned everything your trade can teach? From now on until your death you’ll learn nothing more. There is no more.” “But the Shopmasters—” “Shopmasters learn some secret signals and passwords,” Mede said in his soft, dry voice, “and of course they have power. But they know no more than you. . . . You thought perhaps they were allowed to compute, didn’t you? They aren’t.”
