Location:Seven Peaks — the deep cistern stair; the north gate paving
Date/Time:TC1858.03.29
Rope, wet and stiff with cold, came up through the rag on her left hand, and Raven felt every twist of it on the burn underneath.
She drew one-handed. The board on her right arm stayed against her coat where Mira had told her to keep it, and the rope came up over her knee and through the rag, a pull at a time. The bucket knocked the lip of the cistern on the way up. She set it on the worn stone beside her and let go of the rope and sat back on her heels.
Thorne poured it into the jar. He didn't mention the rag. He'd stopped saying anything about it on the second morning.
"That's three," he said.
"Three more."
"Mira said half jars."
"They are half jars."
He glanced at the jar, which was a little over half, and put the stopper in it and said nothing about that either.
