Chapter 5
ZAINA WIPED her hands on the legs of her overalls and sauntered to the workshop’s entrance, where the open door provided access to the building from the street and where two of her young mechanics stood talking with the man who owned the carpentry shop next door.
The youngsters looked up at her, and the neighbour, in his early middle age, nodded at her. His brown Chevakian eyes were kind.
“How’s business?” she asked him.
“I didn’t see you at the Sailor’s Rest last night. Have you heard the news?”
“About the warning? Yes, I have. I live above the Silver Gull. I was there last night.” She remembered the rowdy meeting where the palace official was besieged by many questions, mainly asked by foreigners who lived in the Harbour District of the City of Glass. The poor man had trie
