Toward autumn, news of a gathering at the ridge reached them—a regional fair meant to celebrate the reopening of the road and the new harvest. Mayor Harben fretted over the arrangements: stands, permits, a commemorative plaque. The villagers planned a procession. They asked Okru to join—they wanted him to turn the crank on the restored bell—but he demurred, saying he had work to finish. On the day of the fair, he sent instead a small, oddly carved box to the mayor.