Next morning, Irenya looked at the timepiece and thought she might be late, though it was hard to be certain in a world that didn’t recognise minutes, let alone seconds. If the edge of the morning triangle had disappeared behind the black rectangle, it must mean she was late. With the physicians out, Irenya took the opportunity to read more of the book. So far little of it made sense. What did ‘calling the light’ mean? She donned the riding leathers purchased with some of her favour notes. The wide cut and the vertical pleats in her jacket allowed unrestricted arm movement. She crossed over the double fronts and fastened them at her breast, leaving the edge of her bodice visible. If the wind grew cold, she could button the fronts higher. Cut for comfort, the pants narrowed at the ankle for
