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42. A Hundred And Thirty-Six
[Day-52 (08:40)](The yard behind the Writ Hall, Sector 9, Alexandria)The side door let onto a yard where the grain carts used to turn, with a pump and a wall and a row of crates for people waiting on somebody inside. Oren was sitting on one of them with his right hand held in his left against his stomach, the way a man carries a bird. He was still in the pocket coat, and all seven pockets were quiet. His face had gone the grey of a washed shirt."There you are," he said. "Don't look at me like that. I've only just got here.""You said you'd be at your mum's till noon.""I was. I am. I mean I was." He tried a grin, and it got about halfway. "I thought I'd come and see the board. Everyone says it's a sight. Besides it's Quarter day - can't exactly skip it or something.""It is." Kai stood in front of him. "Show me the hand.""It's nothing - don't worry about it. It's gone to sleep. I slept on it.""You slept in your mum's chair. You told me, in case they came early." Kai waited. "Did
41. Quarter Day
[Day-52 (08:25)](The Writ Hall, Sector 9, Alexandria)The Writ Hall had been built to hold grain, and it still smelled of it. Three queues ran the length of the floor between brass posts and red rope, and nobody had drawn them to the same scale.The commons stood on the left, four abreast, doubled back on themselves twice and shuffling toward a desk under a hand-lettered sign: COMMONS. WAIT HERE. A strip of green carpet ran down the middle with six chairs on it and no queue at all. The clerk at the Sponsored desk walked to each person and brought the forms with him. On the right a sister of the Basilica, a gold lamp in a ring pinned to her left shoulder, stood at the head of a line of young people in grey wool, two by two. They carried nothing. They would only have to sign.Kai had taken a place against a pillar near the middle, hands in his coat, as if he were waiting for someone who was late. He read the board first. It hung over all three desks in white letters a hand high, and th
40. Tokens In The Wrong Hands
[Day-45 (06:20)](Market Row, Sector 9, Alexandria) The tailor's till made the wrong sound. Kai heard it from the bread queue, forty feet away, over the clatter of shutters going up along the Row. It wasn't a ring. It was a flat dry tick, like washers poured into a pan. Across the lane Ferrant's wife had tipped the till out onto the cutting table. Three discs lay on the green baize, grey as old dishwater. Ferrant stood over them with both hands flat on the table, the pins still in a row along his lapel. "I bit all three," he said. "I did, I bit every one of them. And they were warm. I know a bronze when I hold one. Warm in the hand and a glow in the lamp hour, and I bit it, and it was warm." "Sit down, Ansel," said his wife. "Sit down before you fall down." "Forty years I've taken token across that counter. Forty years." "And the cloth man comes at nine." She said it without any heat, the way she might have read out a bill. "He takes token, and he bites it. So what's in the flo
39. Fair Weight
[Day-42 (06:40)](The ropewalk's back stairs, Market Row, Sector 9, Alexandria) Marrow sat down across from him with the spoon still in his hand. "So," he said. "What did Hollis's friend bring me?" Kai took the sock out of his coat and laid ten discs on the table in a row. Marrow shut the window slit and kicked the stove door closed. The landing darkened, and the discs lit the table, amber over gold, steady as a row of small lamps. Marrow's face did something fast and complicated in the light, and then it turned round and pink again. *He did the sum first and the surprise second. So he's seen something like it before. Or he's just seen what it's worth.* "Hm," said Marrow. He picked up the disc at the end, the first one Kai had made. The brown at its rim had crept in a finger's width since midnight, and the gold in the middle was the colour of a yolk. He bit it twice. "Soft under the fill. Unstruck. Cinder Road scrap, I'd say, by the grease on it. I don't ask where blanks come from
38. The Fence
*Nothing counterfeits faster than hope. A coin is only a promise struck in metal. A false coin is a promise struck in a hurry. The assayer weighs, bites and listens. The thief weighs nothing and listens to the crowd. Spend the false coin fast and far from the one who struck it. The one who struck it will know it, as a mother knows a cough in the next room.*From an Assay Office adage[Day-42 (06:10)](Hollis's yard, Cinder Road, Sector 9, Alexandria) "Five," said Kai. "For a name." Hollis counted the five tokens on the sorting table with one finger. Then he counted them again, because he counted everything twice, and then he looked up at Kai's face as if the rest of the sum might be written there. "A name," he said. "In all the time I've known you, you never wanted a name. You wanted a gate opened and a cart brought round. What sort of name?" "A man who takes small lots at night. He pays a fair price, he spends what he buys the same day, and he doesn't ask where it came from." "S
37. Blank Metal
[Day-41 (23:35)](Aeron's room, Chandler Court, Sector 9, Alexandria) The blanket off the chair covered the window, hooked on the two old curtain nails. The pawn came off the sill and stood on the table, out of the way. Then Kai pinched out the lamp and the room went black. He had meant that. If anything lit, he wanted it to be the only light there was, and not something he had talked himself into seeing. He stood at the table with a blank in his right hand. By feel it was a cold, slightly greasy disc, no bigger than a tin. Oren breathed at the far end of the room, long and even, with his back to the door and his coat pulled over his shoulders. Upstairs somebody walked to his window and back. In his left hand Kai held the bitten token. He had decided in the chair that it was the last warm thing he could think of, and a person ought to aim at something. The token was cold and ordinary, and it stayed that way. *Right. Push, then.* He pushed. He stood in the dark with his teeth tog
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