A Single Shard
Linda Sue Park
In this Newbery Medal-winning ebook set in twelfth century Korea, Tree-ear, a 13-year-old orphan, lives below a bridge in Ch’ulp’o, a potters' village famed for gentle celadon ware. He has develop into occupied with the potter’s craft; he desires not anything greater than to observe grasp potter Min at paintings, and he goals of creating a pot of his personal sometime. while Min takes Tree-ear on as his helper, Tree-ear is elated — till he unearths stumbling blocks in his direction: the backbreaking hard work of digging and hauling clay, Min’s irascible mood, and his personal lack of expertise. yet Tree-ear is decided to end up himself — whether it ability taking a protracted, solitary trip strolling to give Min’s paintings within the wish of a royal fee . . . whether it skill arriving on the royal courtroom with not anything to teach yet a unmarried celadon shard.
Untouched the 1st time he concealed it there. considering then, he were in a position to convey Crane-man supper each evening. This used to be his maximum delight. The food supplied via Min's spouse have been basic, yet they by no means did not satisfaction his pal, who opened the gourd parcel each one night as though it have been a present of royal jewels. "Bean curd tonight," Crane-man might say, his eyes glowing. "With cucumber kimchee to boot. actually a felicitous mix. tender bean curd—crunchy cucumber. Bland bean curd—spicy.
Shouts of impatience, as humans attempted to push earlier him. He moved on, swept alongside by way of the river of site visitors. On each side of the road store stalls have been open. Their proprietors shouted, plying their wares; the shoppers shouted, bargaining for the easiest costs. by no means had Tree-ear obvious such a lot of items displayed—or heard rather a lot noise! How may well the folks of Puyo potentially listen themselves imagine? there have been stalls that offered foods and drinks already ready, and stalls that bought greens and fish for.
Pallor ... his rudeness ... his coming upon Tree-ear in this sort of abandoned position. He used to be one of many dreaded toduk-non, the bandits who concealed through the geographical region and at the outskirts of towns, rising in basic terms to rob weary tourists. Tree-ear hung on to the wood body of the jiggeh with all his may possibly. The robber pulled and jerked; Crane-man's strong straw paintings held. At one aspect the fellow published one hand, cursing—the straw had lower into his palm. Tree-ear's palms have been toughened via calluses from.
Quell the small nudge of hysteria that used to be emerging inside of him; to date he had now not been pressured to lie. The reputable regarded pissed off. "Emissary Kim is a truly busy guy. i don't desire to disturb him whilst he may perhaps view the paintings at his convenience." "Then i'll stay up for his convenience," stated Tree-ear. He regarded without delay on the guy. "Emissary Kim has in particular asked that Potter Min's paintings be delivered to him. i don't want him to be disappointed." His message was once transparent to the legitimate. "I.
despatched away prior to he may possibly learn how to make a pot. "I am sorry that I displeased the honorable potter," Tree-ear stated. "If he will be so sturdy as to provide me one other likelihood, he'll now not be disappointed." "Hmph." Min grew to become and walked towards the part of the home. Tree-ear stood nonetheless for a second, uncertain of what to do. "Well?" Min grew to become again impatiently. "Are you coming, beggar-boy, or are you a statue together with your ft frozen to the ground?" Tree-ear's pleasure at being forgiven was once like a wisp of.