The tools were wiped and put back in the bag. For a moment, the other cavalier didn’t answer. Then she pushed a strand of hair away from her grim, oval painting of a face, and said: “Warden did the calculations. He and I could have—completed it, but. With caveats.” “Caveats like?” “My permanent brain damage,” said Camilla shortly, “if he didn’t get it right immediately.” “But I’m healthy.”
