“Several gates at once,” Felix said.
Jian put the hand bell on the table.
“One source.”
“Eventually several.”
“At present, one source.”
The rented practice room contained a chair, a table, and a cushion that had survived a longer career than either man’s patience.
Beyond it, the unoccupied service gallery held the small prepared return circuit. Its keeper could stop the low pulse locally without waiting for Felix to notice a problem.
No public gate depended on the lesson.
