I could see the place where I wanted to stand.
Two meters away. Dry stone. Enough room for both feet and the awkward recovery which usually followed them. A chalk circle marked the empty space, and Veylan had made the attendant move a stool farther from it.
The door beside the circle was open.
"That stays open," he said.
"I wasn't going to object."
"You were looking at it as though it made the test pointless."
I looked back at the floor. That had been a small, unhelpful part of my thinking. An open door made the room easy to leave. It didn't answer whether I could reach the same place without using it.
Lysander's copied diagram lay on the attendant's table. Two anchors, one release sequence. The academy training room had a modest version of the same arrangement built into its dividing wall. An instructor could hold the boundary while leaving the ordinary doorway clear, then release the anchors from the control stand.
Neither anchor relied on me to stop working.
