Chapter 18
“OVER THERE is my house.” The old lady pointed a crooked finger past Sady’s nose.
The truck turned the corner into another deserted street and stopped in front of a well-maintained house in the merchant district. Orsan got out and opened the door for Sady, who climbed out and assisted the old lady down to the pavement. He took her arm and helped her through the gate and up the path. A middle-aged man opened the door, watching this high-profile visitor to his house with an expression of great surprise. From his clothing, Sady judged him to be a merchant, already in the long trailing dust robes merchants wore in the warehouses, and he presumed he’d dug out this clothing for sonorics protection, because, failing protective gear, residents had been urged to cover their skin as muc
