On the second journey, Elian brought too much paper.
Ruka made him unpack at the freight landing. He laid three bound volumes, two rolls of maps, a blank folio and a handsome ink box on a crate while the loading crew watched with the tactless interest of people about to carry the weight.
“Which of those tells you where to put your feet?” she asked.
“The route roll.”
“Which tells you how many people need a place?”
“This volume.”
“Take the relevant pages.”
“It’s sewn.”
