At the end of the afternoon, she was working on packing away books she had finished assessing when she spotted a Pengali man in council uniform come into the library. He was not one of the regular guards and Mikandra’s nerves jumped up a notch.
He went to speak to Bakimay, and she pointed in Mikandra’s direction. The Pengali crossed the hall, walking around the stack of boxes with Mirani army archives that had become a lot more organised. He stopped at Mikandra’s table. By that time, her heart was thudding.
Mikandra met his eyes, but saw no emotion in them.
He said only, “Come.”
“Has anything happened?”
He shrugged.
“What is going on?”
He gave her a blank look. Damn, she got the one council worker who didn’t speak Mirani. She had learned some keihu, but hardly enough to hold a conve
