the chamberlain practically leapt into the cart , scattering fake jewelry , tailor 's discards , cured skins of half-animals gobber 'd eaten on the road , inedible bundles of herbs that lemny 'd taken the tasty seeds off of ( except the ruttidge , which he had n't gotten to yet ) , a few unidentified glass vials and stoppered ampules they 'd sifted from an abandoned workshop , innumerable amber-colored beads that lemny rolled from sticky plant sap and flower parts when he was bored , a length of new rope gobber had spent each night weaving before bed from the abundant ropeweed , lumpy clay bowls he 'd palmed together and kilned ineffectually over the campfire , a few bones ( bleached by setting them on top of the cart 's awning under the suns ) , stone knives with sharp knapped blades and handles sopped out of plant latex and heated to gummy rubber , a glass lens -- whoop , the chamberlain let it slip and smash on the floor in his haste , one big chunk and a powder of broken glass -- `` that 'll be a yenti and a nick , under our 'you break it , you bought it ' policy , '' lemny said politely .