The wheel made a noise like a tooth breaking.
Felix kept his foot against the wedge. Captain Torsten looked at the boot, then at Felix, as though deciding which one had committed the greater insult.
“Release the wagon.”
“Look at the hub.”
“I gave you an order.”
“And it seems to be ignoring you.”
The crack ran through the old repair and into the pale wood beneath. Torsten gestured at the driver. The man gathered his reins, glanced back, and swore.
“No.”
