![]() ![]() ![]() Thank you! A woman strode forward and shook Del’s hand. She walked down to the road, then forced herself to wait until everyone was in comfortable earshot before calling out a greeting. Though as the party came closer, she could see that the two guards flanking the archaeologists did in fact have daggers. I’m sure you’re imposing enough unarmed, she replied. I don’t want them thinking we’re lax with security. When he emerged from the building and joined her, he looked around, confused. ![]() Jachimo! she bellowed, a little ashamed of her discourtesy, but she couldn’t bring herself to go inside and fetch him if it meant losing sight of the travelers. The message had told her to expect a delivery no later than Takya’s ninth passage, but it was a good thing she had come out early with the seventh barely over, she spotted the heat blotch of four people approaching together along the main road from the south. Takya’s gray disk was approaching the horizon, while Bradya hung seemingly suspended, halfway from the zenith, silhouetted against the constellation she’d always known as the Harp, though many of her friends called it the Crossbow. Del sat on the steps of the museum, looking east across the starlit city, waiting for the archaeologists to arrive. ![]()
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