Chapter Five
THE PROJECT
Dwarfed within their vast new warehouse on the edge of Crafters, Leahät studied pile after pile of produce as she searched for the last thing on Mirashael’s list. He was very fond of lists, she had discovered.
Green labels, he reminded her. Are you looking for green labels? Her husband’s head bobbed up from behind a carefully balanced tower – three thousand plump sacks of little attar.
I am, she assured him.
It doesn’t look like it.
That’s because I’m using my mind as well as my eyes … There they are.
???
Underneath the semi-dried guerdi. She shared an image of flattened silvery blobs bound into a bale with wide raffia straps.
Ahh! He hurried toward the place she’d shown him, threading between the ordered piles in a manner very similar to the way he danced
