Vera read the appointment and pushed it back.
“No.”
Lyra looked at the page. She had kept it short. She had provided authority to make urgent decisions, direct the agreed spending and coordinate the work while the travelers were away.
“What needs changing?”
“The part where it’s yours.”
“I thought you wanted clear authority.”
“I want the work to continue if you come home angry with me.”
The workshop hall was quieter than it had been during the hearing days. A pair of repaired wheels leaned against the wall. Felix stood behind a stack of copies, resisting the urge to arrange them before anyone knew where they belonged.
