Chapter 18
AUTUMN HAD FINALLY come to Tiverius, and it had come with a sharp snap of moist air and a cold wind that swept clouds across the valley. Sady knew they were too far from the deep low-pressure system that had just about rained itself out over the northern desert, but he felt as if the clouds and occasional spit of rain were part of the system anyway. The city’s weather stations even showed a very slight, if in no way significant, elevation of sonorics.
For the past few days, his desk had been full of messages about the flooding. Half of Watya was still under water. The bridge at Lekata would probably not hold out. The road across the river was already flooded in other places, where simple fords led across the riverbed that was dry most of the time.
There had been no reports fr
