Felix had reserved a quiet place for a man who had not arrived.
The academy observer might be needed early. His test notes would be useful. The room near the work, Felix had written, should be held until his status was clear.
Below that entry, a visiting seamstress occupied a line marked temporary placement.
Lyra read the chart over his shoulder.
“Who decides what temporary means?”
“I’m still matching the places.”
“She repaired the blankets people will sleep under. The observer may not come.”
Felix looked at the two entries.
