Near-the-Cold-Ridge did not need Venn’s permission to withdraw.
On day1664, when Sera reached the court with Kesh and the local guide, the receiving fringe lay higher against the bank than on her last visit. A broad outer fold had settled between the bench and the body’s wetter lower side. Water moved in dark lines through ground that had been dry a week before.
Jalem met them on the upper path.
“The header is blank.”
“Good.”
“It accepted no interval yesterday.”
“Good.”
He looked tired.
