The evidence cart rolled inside the First Measure Academy field office with quarry dust packed around its wheels. Vhar walked beside it instead of riding the final distance, his crossed scabbards settled high enough to leave the bandage around his ribs untouched.
The deep bruise still pulled when he turned left, but food from the return cart and the easier road through the Academy had already restored part of the energy spent below. His breath remained full. The beam had left pain rather than a body that needed permission to move.
The field supervisor stopped the cart between the iron screen and the evidence table. "Leave the spindle base where it is until every seal is counted, and unload the loose pieces first."
Reth climbed down with the mud-stained ledger held against his chest. Sera followed more slowly, carrying her damaged brace harness in her good hand instead of wearing it again. Kavos kept one boot loose around his swollen ankle and accepted Nyra's shoulder for the final step without pretending he had not needed it.
An assistant from the field kitchen arrived with broth, water, and dense grain cakes. She placed them on the uncovered end of the table before the evidence cloth could spread any farther.
"Eat away from the numbered trays," she said. "Anyone who drops crumbs into a seal pouch explains it to the evidence supervisor."
Vhar took a bowl and moved to the stool beside Radrazh and Ulqor. "Does the explanation improve the crumbs?"
"No, but it gives everyone something to remember while cleaning them."
Sera lowered herself onto the bench and trapped the loose end of her shoulder wrap beneath one elbow. "Put my bowl here, because if I lift that arm again, it may decide the quarry was the better option."
Kavos shifted his chair until he could see both the cart and the door. Reth remained standing beside the field tags, while Nyra took water and watched the office staff approach the seals.
The room filled with spoons against clay, wheels settling under their chocks, numbered tags sliding across wood, and the quieter breaths of five people who had all returned. Vhar finished half the broth before the evidence clerk touched the first field tag.
The evidence clerk lifted the field tag from the altered Wildblood boundary stake. Reth watched him set its reversed black hook beside the binding cloth and two cut cable ends, then checked the numbers against the mud-stained ledger resting on his knee.
At the far end of the screen, a sealed iron basket held the Quarrymaw's severed sensory bundle. Academy wax closed the lid, while a Wildblood custody strip crossed it at a different angle. A second tray carried one broken jaw fragment and the stone around three filament sockets, keeping the beast evidence separate from the machine that had called it.
"Those are ours," Reth said. "The washer stays with me until the testimony room because I found it beneath the replaced collar."
"Keep the outer pouch visible and the inner seal closed." The clerk turned to Nyra. "I still need the written cadence reading."
Nyra placed her folded sheet beside the tray. "That copy carries my field seal and the supervisor's witness mark."
The clerk checked both impressions before adding the paper. Nyra watched where he placed it rather than asking him to promise it would stay there.
He sealed the recovered bolt washer inside a clear comparison pouch, entered Reth as its temporary holder for the testimony room, and clipped it to his belt. "The inner wrap stays closed until an evidence reader receives it."
Reth touched the numbered seal once. "Understood."
The clerk crouched to read the transit plate and remained there.
Vhar finished the first grain cake and watched the man trace one line with his thumb. The clerk checked the plate again, then looked toward the sealed cabinet near his desk.
"Who opened the incoming docket box this morning?"
His assistant stopped beside the cart. "I did, although there were two medical transfers, one quarry closure, and the ordinary convoy register."
"We did not know it existed this morning."
The clerk straightened. "Bring me the box."
The assistant crossed the office at once. Nyra moved closer to the spindle but kept her hands clear of the screen, while Reth left the ledger and came around the table. Sera remained seated, tightening her shoulder wrap with her teeth and free hand. Kavos bent to pull his boot back on, then reconsidered when his ankle objected.
"I can hear from here," he said.
Sera pointed toward the uncovered side of the table. "Stay there because you can see the docket from that angle without putting weight on the ankle."
Kavos shifted his chair until the writing came into view.
The assistant returned carrying a narrow wooden box banded in brass. Its lock was intact. The clerk opened it with the key from his belt and sorted through the day's folded dockets until he found one bearing a blank field number.
His face changed as he read.
The clerk laid the docket flat. "A transfer instruction was filed at second bell this morning for an unidentified spindle base expected from the south quarry convoy."
Silence reached across the room.
The supervisor approached the table. "We were still on the road at second bell, and your office had not received our signal."
"I know, which is why the filing time matters." The clerk moved one finger beneath the destination line. "Someone prepared this before the convoy reported what it carried."
The supervisor read the destination and looked toward the private inspection corridor. "If my driver followed this, who would see the base first?"
"The sponsor's booked reader," the clerk said. "Their description would enter before the ordinary field file, and everyone afterward would have to answer it."
Nyra kept her hands away from the paper. "That is enough to shape the review without touching the evidence."
Vhar rose after the pull beneath his ribs eased and moved close enough to read without leaning across the evidence table.
The docket contained no personal name. A sponsor authorization reference occupied the upper corner, followed by a room number in the Academy's inspection wing and an instruction to transfer the spindle base before ordinary evidence opening.
The clerk tapped the filing time. "This entered through an internal docket slot that records the moment the paper crosses its lock, and the wax is ours."
Nyra read without touching it. "Could someone have filed it before the trial began and left the object line blank?"
"They could have filed a blank request, but this one describes a spindle base with a split collector collar and south-quarry fittings. Those details were not on your assignment sheet."
Reth leaned closer. "The collector collar split after the lower shelf turned."
The clerk studied the description again. "Whoever filed this knew how the assembly would return, or they had prepared the damage they expected us to find."
Sera came over with her arm wrapped and her quarry hammer at her hip. "Would the field tags have followed it?"
"No. The base would go through the private corridor while your samples stayed here."
Kavos stopped adjusting his boot. "So the object and everything we wrote about it would begin in different rooms."
The supervisor stopped reading, and the loose end of Sera's bandage slipped from her elbow while everyone looked from the separated samples to the docket.
The supervisor's hand started toward the docket before she remembered the evidence rules and pulled it back. "Lock this down because I brought five injured candidates home once, and I am not letting a paper I never saw separate their evidence now."
The clerk folded the paper once, placed it inside a clear evidence sleeve, and crossed to the iron screen. He pulled the locking bar down.
CLACK!
The bar struck both brackets, and the sound traveled through the office with enough force to turn every head beyond the open partition.
"Nothing leaves this room," the clerk said. "Not the spindle base, the boundary evidence, the beast remains, or the original docket, because I am opening a pre-arrival access review."
Vhar examined the two brackets. "Who carries the other key?"
"The evidence supervisor, and I have sent for her." The clerk passed his assistant a fresh sheet. "Record who saw the bar come down and who stays until she arrives."
Sera asked the assistant to turn the field tags outward beneath the transparent cloth. "My arm is already in one Academy report today, so put the evidence where everyone can see it before anyone invents another version."
Kavos shifted his chair until the uncovered window sat inside his sightline. "Write down who can see the table from the corridor as well, because I could see three faces when the docket opened, though not the passage behind them."
Reth crouched beside the cart despite Sera telling him his knees had suffered enough and measured the gap between its wheels and the screen stops. "If this moves, the tracks will change."
The precautions did not expose who prepared the transfer, but no one could remove the spindle base, boundary evidence, beast remains, or original docket without the clerk's record and the witnesses in the room.
Vhar watched each person guard a different weakness in the room. None of them had waited for him to decide what mattered, and the evidence was safer because they had not.
The kitchen assistant handed Vhar the second grain cake. "Sit down and finish this before the evidence staff mistakes it for another sample."
Vhar accepted it and returned to the stool. "Alright, I'll keep it out of the official record."
He sat where he could see the locked screen and both swords.
The First Measure Academy had brought the evidence home, fed the injured, and opened its records in the same afternoon. The moved boundary and dead Quarrymaw were the machine's work. The docket filed at second bell, before the convoy could have reported anything, was somebody else's.
For the first time since leaving the quarry, Vhar understood that the altered field had followed them home. Whoever prepared it already had a room waiting in the inspection wing, and a docket filed under a sponsor's name to get the spindle there.