North's blood made the support chains visible.
Red-brown fluid ran from the tooth groove along two iron channels. One crossed beneath Doma's green-tile floor. The other reached the forked yoke under Rook's pedal and continued toward Keda's boiler stair.
The blood carried no command. It showed where the loads met.
Caleb held the outer rope while Irik put the blunt hook behind the tooth mount. Tova lay beside the riding room with her dislocated arm supported against her ribs.
"One millimeter out," Irik said. "Stop on either floor movement."
Rook kept his left heel on the boiler branch. Keda's stair held. The clinic rested on the carriage channel and one cracked side line beneath its broken wall.
Irik and two riders pulled the hook line.
The tooth moved one millimeter out of North's socket.
Doma's clinic dropped two.
