Liss came back to the yard before the bell and stood on her spot as if she had never left it.
Calen had slept badly. He had sat up with the Board letter on the table in front of him, reading the first line until the lamp burned low.
He did not tell her that. He only said, “Mirror again.”
“Mirror again,” said Liss.
“Same as yesterday. Ten paces. Every line, every step.”
“Every line,” said Liss. “Every step.”
He set his feet. His right hand came up to shoulder height and his left foot went forward, the same as the day before. He counted the first step out loud, the way he had counted it all week.
“One.”
