The week he found Jott had left for the New World, Fugit didn t sleep. He d been praying for the stoat to be gone since their rivalry began, and yet now it had happened he wished it hadn t. Bored and lonely, he worked ever harder, snapping at his assistants over the smallest thing, but inventing lost its fun with nobody to outdo. More than once he had to mop tears out of a device as he built it.

When Jott stepped back off the boat in Muggidrear, Fugit was waiting to greet him with both an angry tirade and a hug.