Nihil objected to the padded rest.
I am not going to fall out of your hand.
My hand gets a vote.
The attendant raised the rest until it sat just beneath the blade. My left wrist no longer had to hold the full weight while we argued. I found that persuasive enough to leave it there.
The previous day's ache had eased with rest. The first reading that morning had still been taken before anyone brought me near the lock. If it had remained uneven, the test would have ended at the door.
Veylan had said so while I was taking off my coat. He had become very good at choosing moments when I couldn't claim he had spoiled a promising result.
The training fixture held the same local boundary Nihil had noticed yesterday. One part of the lock was released, the other maintained at the approved setting. The attendant could close down the fixture from his stand. We would not open a passage or send anything through it.
