“How long does a relief gate normally take?” Felix asked.
The answers sounded encouragingly similar.
He wrote them in a neat column.
Kessa looked down the table.
“What did each of you mean by normally?”
Dara Wicks, who had worked lowland gates long enough to dislike their chairs, tapped the first figure.
“Not a shift change.”
The man beside her had measured from the upstream command. Noll Perry had measured only the movement after the local mark cleared.
