Widow Harper sniffed disdainfully at Rave. "I reckon I know my rights when it comes to thieves and trespassers. But the net gets put up when the priests come. Takes us most of the winter to check it over for weak spots, but the holy men bless it so we'll know if it gets torn or cut before the season's over..." She made a face, remembering something. "And we know the blessing works, 'cause young Bran was causin' mischief and fell through the net about two moons ago. We had to get it repaired and have it blessed again... cost a fortune! I swear that boy is Jack's own child, as much trouble as he gets into."