did the other colors mean? Did she really want to know?
The circle was activated again and sent a faint wave of heat over Rivkaâs skin. Outside the ring, the workers waited with military posture. The medicians began to work, which involved a great deal of muttering and hand-Âwaving and herb-Âsprinkling. The mechanist stared at them and every so often tweaked the mechanical arm or said something too low to hear.
It was hard to see the creature with Âpeople in the way, but they occasionally stepped aside, and Rivka could see its face.
Beady black eyes stared straight at her, unblinking. Its countenance seemed . . . blank. Braced for whatever was to come. Rivka knew that numbness. Sheâd known it every day for months after Mr. Stout moved her into the bakery. That constant dread of what heâd say. What heâd do. What heâd make her do.
Rivka twisted her skirt. She should speak up. She should do something. What? A hand gripped her, forced her to stay still and down. Tatianaâs expression reflected dismay as she put a finger to her lips.
âThis is taking forever. Itâs as if the Lady doesnât want to grant us help. Pah!â Miss Arfetta used a cloth to mop her brow. âAt least this chimera is smaller than the first one we made. Less flesh, smaller limbs. Agility over brute strength.â She stood back and nodded to herself.
âItâll need a smaller jockey then, too, wonât it, mâlady?â
Beside Rivka, Tatiana fidgeted.
Miss Arfetta snorted. âDonât get any ideas, Broderick. You might be skinny as a tram rail, but youâre too tall. Watch out for that jar youâÂâ Something struck the floor with a loud ping. Her screech rose like a siren. âYou clumsy oaf! You spilled pampria all over the floor! Youâll need to sanitize all of it, every shred! Do you have any idea how expensive this is?â
âYes, mâlady! Iâm sorry!â He knelt and vanished from Rivkaâs line of sight.
âScoop it up. Use that bag there, yes. That kind of mistake could kill someone. You know what happens when you kill a patient?â
âYes, Miss Arfetta. You donât earn a profit.â
âThatâs right. Now take that mess and the wand and go over there.â Miss Arfetta waved. The bangles on her wrist jingled. âMake sure every last zyme is cleansed away.â
âYes, Miss Arfetta.â He walked straight for their hiding place. Tatiana grabbed Rivkaâs arm. They couldnât retreat to the other crates, either; Mr. Codyâs men still stood close by. Broderick set his things atop their crate. His white trousers showed through the gap between boxes. The sharp cinnamon-Âlike odor of the pampria filled her senses.
Some of the red herbs spilled again, drifting between the boxes. Broderick stooped down.
His gaze met with theirs. His jaw fell slack as he emitted a yelp.
Seconds later, the other men rounded the backside of the crates. âDamn tâall!â one cried. âWhereâd you gals come from?â
Tatiana stood first, arms folded over her chest. âIâm Miss Tatiana Garret, a guest of August Balthazar Cody.â
Rivka felt the intense stares of the men and ducked her chin as if to hide her lip. âMe, too. A guest of Balthazar Cody, I mean. Iâm Rivka Stout.â
âWhat is this hullabaloo?â Miss Arfetta swept over, her face a dark storm cloud. âYou girls, spying on us?â
âBest let Mr. Cody know,â said one of the men.
âBest let me know what?â Mr. Codyâs voice boomed from the entrance. âThat my two youngest guests decided to explore the premises?â He glanced behind him. âGo fetch Mrs. Stout.â
Tatiana curtsied as Mr. Cody approached them. Rivka followed Tatianaâs example.
âItâs very good to see you, Mr. Cody,â said Tatiana. âThis laboratory you created is a