It only stands to reason that I should write up each of those six options I came up with yesterday. Surely that’s how the pros might do it? Right?
1) Therefore she determines to break into the pumping station to rig the timers, but she needs a magician who can hack the timers.
“I need a hack or a tweak or whatever you call them.”
“It won’t work, Woo.” Cursnahmola, the old spell-spinner, perched on a worn felt rail near his lamp. He’d folded his book closed but kept a long finger in the fold. He no longer shaved his head in the manner of a spinner, but he kept it close. The black had lost its youthful gleam and was well salted even into the brindle of stripes cascading down his thighs [into his stocking].
“I haven’t even told you what I want.”
“You want a chron. You want a chron so you can adjust the sluice timers at the pumping station. Woo, you’re not even the first person today asking for one.” He licked his top lip like he was about to return to his book and turn a page, but set it aside on the table instead.
Woo took his concession of reading as an invitation to outline her plan.
“That’s more subtle than what the others had in mind. Still won’t work.”
“What aren’t you telling me, Nahmi?”
“He can’t spin a chron without first reading the timer. Someone would have to go with you,” a voice from the kitchen interupted. Woo hadn’t seen Mohnil, Cursnahmola’s apprentice, when she entered the dimly lit suite. He’d sat quietly at the table as she outlined her criminal scheme.
Turning to Cursnahmola, Woo threw out her hands at the realization she’d not been speaking as privately as she’d thought.
“I’m too old to keep secrets from him,” Cursnahmola said, and then continued, “Not someone. Not you. Me.”
[initially I was thinking Mohnil would approach Woo after this meeting (and maybe he still can), but now I’m thinking that Nahmi will tell her no then do it himself alone.]
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