On the morning of day1705, the receiving bank changed its turn while Iven was fastening his coat.
He heard the ordinary call through the open window.
Someone answered.
He did not go down.
Neri stood beside the drawing case, checking the rain cover’s new fastening with cold fingers. It opened, closed, and stayed shut when she pulled the edge. Hanne’s bowl lay inside its padded place. The clay lamp had its own small box. The wrong fish map and the living-world sketches rested between stiff panels.
Her rule stayed in the tool roll.
His lance stayed in its case until the loads were balanced.
The room looked larger as their things left it.
