There was no arrangement of the figures that made them fit.
Lyra checked the sixty-two people in the lower section against the smaller groups named at Tidemark. Transfers had added more after the convoy left. Some needed help walking. Their belongings occupied space even when the records pretended only the work designation traveled.
She set Gull’s Luck’s available room beside the count.
Felix suggested two runs.
“The transport leaves,” she said. “And the half waiting discover what the guards think of the half gone.”
He looked toward the door.
“No obedient puzzle pieces.”
“No.”
