Kana Ardan stood at the workshop bench with a ledger page in front of her and did not touch it for eleven seconds. Vell counted them, because he counts things now, and because there was nothing else available to do with that particular stretch of time.
"Say the account number aloud," he said.
"Four one nine, seven seven, two," she answered, "personal registry, opened in the winter of forty-eight at the north branch by a boy who was fourteen years old."
"Say the name on it," Vell said.
"Emre Ardan," Kana said, "my brother, and your cousin, in case anybody in this room has decided to stop remembering that."
Nobody standing in that workshop had forgotten the relation at any point in the conversation. Yenna had known since Ruinwood, Luna had it in a file, and Jia had worked it out inside a fortnight.
