Rhosyn slept for three hours and was back before he'd finished his first pass at the pages, which was as close as she came to admitting a night had cost her something.
"You're still annoyed about the box," Trafalgar said.
"I'm not annoyed. I'll get it eventually." She dropped into the chair by the window. "It's a seal and a tally slip, and neither was made by anybody clever. It just can't be tonight."
Four pages, then, and two of them were attendance sheets for days when nothing happened at all. The third was torn across the corner and half the column had gone with it.
Only the fourth was any use. One evening in the spring two years ago, listing everyone who went up to the residence floor between the eighth hour and midnight.
The intendant. A laundry detail. Two guards changing over on the landing. And Halvic Meer, admitted at the tenth hour, out again forty minutes later.
