The cart listed to the left. Its driver shouted for somebody to catch the buckets, and Voss put a shoulder against the bad wheel before it gave. By the time the crossing cleared, Felicity had turned away from the pump. None of them tried to get by Voss to where Felicity was waiting. Ivan took a last look down the cleared lane and went on with Voss to check the wall. He'd have been quite glad to leave an ordinary meeting with those six men at that. The one who'd picked up her scent went around the other side of the cart to get another look at the square.
Felicity was too far away to see who had it in mind to come up the side street. The person she could see was a little girl with her palms clean and pink in a pair of hands that looked as if they'd just been up to some mischief. "Mummy, could you tell Frost that the handprint on our school didn't shrink? He's going to argue all the way through the courtyard and we've got two doors to go yet."
