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Twenty-Eight: The People
The Raven had done something, she was sure of it. She had expected to be in the part of the train where people crowded onto benches or sat in the aisles. That was cheap part, the part where most people like her rode.
Instead, she and the Raven and six people wearing what looked like really not enough clothing were seated on a U-shaped bench in a cozy car of the train with enough room for all of them - and maybe two more - and she was trying not to look as if she felt as horribly out of her depth as she did.
“So.” One of the attendants - a woman, maybe a few years older than Raizel, whose incomplete clothing was of finer stuff than some of the others - cleared her throat. “What is it that you do, mistress?”
“I’m a clockmaker’s apprentice.” Raizel said it flat. “I work for my father and my grandfather in the family business.”
“You - you’re an apprentice? And you’re - sorry, Mistress.” The woman bowed her head.
read on…
The Raven had done something, she was sure of it. She had expected to be in the part of the train where people crowded onto benches or sat in the aisles. That was cheap part, the part where most people like her rode.
Instead, she and the Raven and six people wearing what looked like really not enough clothing were seated on a U-shaped bench in a cozy car of the train with enough room for all of them - and maybe two more - and she was trying not to look as if she felt as horribly out of her depth as she did.
“So.” One of the attendants - a woman, maybe a few years older than Raizel, whose incomplete clothing was of finer stuff than some of the others - cleared her throat. “What is it that you do, mistress?”
“I’m a clockmaker’s apprentice.” Raizel said it flat. “I work for my father and my grandfather in the family business.”
“You - you’re an apprentice? And you’re - sorry, Mistress.” The woman bowed her head.
read on…
