"Aw, thank you, Hypatia, you're one of the sensible here," I hurried to the brook, got some water and then placed the kettle carefully on some larger branches I had arranged crosswise over the fire. After some time the water cooked, I sniffed at the wonderful Earl Grey aroma and mumbled:
"If this delicious flavour won't wake Polgara, then nothing will."
I crumbled the leaves into the water and waited for the time I could sieve it through my clean handkerchief, wondering at the same time were would the mugs be?
"Has anyone got an idea how we're going to drink the tea?" I asked no one in particular. "Don't hurry with the solution, we've got plenty of time: 5 minutes."
