Rhodri brushed off his coat and drew himself up into a simulacrum of a dignified lecturer. “Here’s an unclaimed way. Let’s pretend that it’s a traveling way and I’ve just found the one end. Ah, the excitement.” He grinned, breaking character, then sobered.
“Seriously, though, this is a real luxury. Most way-finders don’t ever see an unclaimed way, except when they’re taught. There are a few minor ways that are used for teaching, which are claimed, unclaimed, reclaimed, and so forth as examples, and that’s what we’re going to do with this one. Watch what I do.”
George could feel Rhodri reaching out and gripping the end of the way nearest to him. It flared where he touched it and its light changed. George struggled for a way to describe the change. He settled on color complexity, the color
