Xenocrates smiled broadly. “I’ve been promoted to first underscythe,” he said, “so I thought I’d add some visual flare to my robe. Twenty-four-karat gold filaments. It’s just in the sleeves now, but I’m considering adding it everywhere.” “It’ll be heavy,” Carson pointed out. But Xenocrates didn’t seem concerned. “A small matter. It’s not as if I’ll be swimming in it.”
