The Baru shook his head in wonder at such laxity. "There should have been a ranking baru or at least a properly trained ashipu here at all times." The scribe knelt at the Baru’s elbow and offered him the leather bag with the two Names. The Baru nodded, blessed the bag, and slipped it back into his robe. Then he beckoned to the reader of bird flights. The reader stepped forward, his head bowed.