The radiator weighed more than its appearance justified.
Iven discovered that when he and Mara lifted it from the shelter wall. Behind the narrow fins, the header held a stubborn quantity of old scale and trapped water. It came down onto the workbench with a dull sound that made the keeper look through the door.
“Supposed to do that?”
“The bench is,” Iven said.
“And the radiator?”
“We’ll see.”
Mara put her end down fully and stretched her fingers.
“People sell these by calling them light service fittings.”
