The first week, Master Holst gave Rosalind nothing to do but watch.
She stood beside his workbench and watched him disassemble a pocketwatch—laying each tiny gear on a cloth in the order it was removed, cleaning each piece with a soft brush, then replacing them in reverse order. He never looked up. He never explained.
The second week was the same. And the third.
"When do I get to try?" Rosalind finally asked.
Master Holst set down his tweezers. "Do you know what you're seeing?"
"I see you taking apart a watch and putting it back together."
"Do you see more than that?"
She thought carefully. "I see that you lay the parts in order. I see that you clean them before they go back. I see that you hold your breath when you place the smallest gears."
Master Holst picked up his tweezers again. "Come back tomorrow."
The next morning, he handed her a watch, a cloth, and a brush.
"You see what matters," he said. "That is the beginning of everything."
She took apart the watch slowly, placing each part in order, cleaning each piece, holding her breath for the smallest gears. It took her four times as long as it took him.
When she finished, the watch ran.