Renn brought the roller back wrapped in his own coat.
Iven looked at the bundle, then at the young man’s shirtsleeves.
“Was it cold?”
“The cloth they gave me had filings in it.”
“So you gave it your coat.”
“The journal’s finished.”
That was a better answer. Iven opened the clean fold and inspected the repaired bearing surface. The machine shop had taken only the damaged metal specified in the estimate. Its keeper’s gauge marks showed beside the work sheet. Renn had checked them before accepting it.
“Good,” Iven said.
