CHAPTER 29
The Great Bazaar spilled beyond the confines of its circus, like a stain spreading out through the weave of the city. The meaner stalls had set up in the shade of the lanes, their owners selling second-hand toys and clothes, only slightly rusted cogs, cracked earthenware and pottery, small clockwork items in need of repair, tools with a few years left in them, and other similar items. Here and there, puddles of rainwater reflected the grey clouds, looking from the distance like huge silver coins dropped from the sky.
The markets were busier than normal, as always in the run up to the Revels. Visitors, merchants, and street performers converged on Damsport this time of year so that the streets around the Great Bazaar were swollen with people, like so many rivers after a flood.
