The first bell found the central yard crowded enough that breakfast had followed half the Academy outside.
Students occupied the steps, workers stood beside the replacement frame, and three tables waited beneath the covered walk. Nyra had the quarry copy at the first. The evidence officer guarded the apparatus pieces at the second, while House Talvern's offering sheet lay at the third.
Tarev Talvern stood behind it.
Vhar recognized the narrow hands that had protected the rite instruments while the founder failed above him. Tarev wore no ritual robe now, only a dark House coat with his witness seal fastened at the throat.
His gaze moved over Vhar's unmarked face, the crossed sword grips, and the body his paper declared consumed.
The last time they had stood this close, Vhar had been bound beneath founder glass while Tarev protected the rite sheet from blood. Tarev looked sleepless in daylight, with dried red wax beneath one thumbnail.
"You crossed more distance than the recovery notice allowed for," Tarev said.
"The road kept going after the notice ended."
Tarev's mouth tightened, although a breath almost became a laugh before he stopped it. "I signed what the instruments showed. If I stayed home, House Talvern could pretend the paper was enough, and it plainly is not."
Orven arrived carrying his staff over one shoulder. He checked the red seal on the review bay before taking his place beside Vhar.
"Still ours," he said.
"You looked twice."
"The second look was for my peace of mind."
An Academy examiner stepped between the tables and raised one hand. Conversations faded across the rail.
"Nobody works behind a screen today. Both candidates and an Academy worker see each seal before release and inspect the field after the bell. If anyone loses sight of the equipment or finds a broken seal, the station stops."
The armament worker lifted the red thread joining Radrazh's rawhide sleeve. "Weapons too. I sealed these edges and will inspect them after every station. If the leather tears, neither candidate decides whether it is harmless; I do."
Vhar nodded. Orven turned his staff so she could see both padded ends.
The examiner pointed toward three boards beside the frame. "Range and protected movement first, armed opposition second, and maximum output tomorrow after the workers have slept and inspected what survives. We will decide the field seat, yard access, and ranking separately because they are not the same reward."
Orven studied the board carrying the field-seat mark, while Vhar looked at the restricted-yard seal.
Nyra opened her folder. "The physical measure can wait a few minutes. House Talvern asked for Vhar before the quarry evidence review, so the timing belongs here."
She placed her authenticated copy beside the transfer docket. The seals matched. The copied request had entered the archive before the convoy returned with the disabled apparatus.
Tarev leaned close enough to read without touching either page. "That authorization did not leave my office."
Nyra watched him rather than the paper. "Do you recognize its reference?"
"I know the form, and someone wanted House access without leaving a House seal at the bottom. It tells me how the paper traveled, but not who sent it."
Tarev left both hands on the table where the witnesses could see them.
The evidence officer removed the spindle base from its padded case. Quarry grit remained packed beneath one replacement bolt, and fresh oil darkened a hinge older than everyone around the table.
She turned the severed cable ends toward the rail. "The active parts were destroyed before return, but the installed metal, oil, grit, and tool marks remain readable."
Kavos raised one hand from the witness row. "The replacement cable reflected morning light before the first attack, while the older lines did not."
Sera touched the shoulder that had carried the brace harness through the quarry. "The same new cable tightened around two release arms. I felt it pull through the frame when the sample shelf fell."
Reth stood among the field witnesses. "That grit matches the pale shelf around the assembly pit, including the black flecks from the lower seam."
Tarev looked toward him. "Did you collect both samples yourself?"
"I collected the thread sample from the frame yesterday, while the quarry sample never left the Academy evidence case after we returned."
"That is enough for me to stop calling the resemblance accidental."
The admission made two House attendants behind Tarev shift their feet. Tarev did not look back at them.
The records officer approached Vhar with a narrow register wrapped in gray cloth. She set it down near his hand but kept the cover closed.
"I found the service mark from your ration sheet. The worker was dismissed from House Talvern before noon on the day you escaped. There is no death entry."
Relief entered Vhar slowly.
"What did they do to her household?" he asked.
The officer opened the register to four red lines. "The breakfast, clothes, boots, and wrapping cloth were entered as branch loss, and two days later the debt moved to her household ration account. Her destination after dismissal is blank."
Vhar read the marks twice. The woman had given him her own meal and lost the right to eat without paying for his.
"Can the House reach the household account from here?"
"They can keep collecting inside their own branch stores. The Academy can preserve this copy and ask the provincial ration office to compare it, but I will not send anyone to her household until we know who watches the road."
"Do not send anyone yet. Copy every deduction, stop what you can, and do not turn her family into a trail for House Talvern to follow."
The officer's shoulders eased. "I can work with that."
She covered the register again.
Tarev had heard everything. He rested two fingers beside his witness seal without touching it.
"I did not order that dismissal," he said, "but I also did not look at the ration book after the chamber failed, so both facts belong in whatever you write about me."
Vhar studied him. "Will you stop the deductions if your name can reach them?"
Tarev looked at the gray cloth around the register. "Yes, and I will send the cancellation through a branch store that does not require her location. The Academy may copy it before it leaves my hand."
Nyra drew a clean sheet toward him. "Write it here."
Tarev sat and began.
One of the House attendants bent near him. "The branch steward will refuse an Academy copy."
Tarev kept writing. "The steward may refuse after my cancellation reaches the store. If he wants the debt preserved, he can place his own name beneath the refusal."
The attendant straightened without another word.
Vhar watched Tarev seal a correction that could keep grain in a household bowl. It did not erase the paper declaring him consumed.
There was no sudden forgiveness in Vhar. Tarev had chosen the instruments first, in that chamber. But he had put his name under this correction while people could still stop him from hiding it.
The examiner waited until the cancellation sheet carried Tarev's seal, the Academy copy stamp, and the records officer's witness mark. He lifted the offering record from the third table.
"This page tells us what House Talvern did and what its instruments wrote, but it does not make the breathing man beside me House property. Until we learn why those facts disagree, neither side gets to erase the other."
Tarev accepted the wording with a nod.
The examiner turned the offering sheet so the audience could see the instrument marks beside Vhar's name. "Tarev Talvern, tell the yard what you personally witnessed after the founder vessel emptied. Leave out anything another attendant reported later."
Tarev looked at Vhar before answering. "The vessel lost its stored blood as the founder glass clouded from the inside, the restraint instruments released without my command, and the sheet marked the offering complete. Vhar Blackvein stood afterward, and I saw him breathing, speaking, and moving under his own strength before he left the chamber."
A murmur passed through the students as House Talvern's witness separated the impossible facts.
"Did you see what caused the reversal?" the examiner asked.
"No, I only saw the founder fail to keep what it took. Anything beyond that would be my guess."
Nyra made one note and left the rest of the page blank. A few students looked disappointed by the missing revelation, while Tarev endured their silence without filling it for them.
"I would like a position where I can see the field meter," he said.
"You may stand at the west rail with every other record witness," the examiner replied. "You will see what the public instruments see."
Tarev moved there without asking for more.
Workers opened the review bay. The independent frame emerged under its unbroken seal, wheels rattling over the threshold. Orven set down his staff and inspected the right brake with the worker, while Vhar crouched beside the left cable and watched its full length move.
CLACK!
Both counterweights rose together and settled on separate chains.
The armament worker checked every red thread, then stepped clear. Nyra carried her authenticated copy to the witness table instead of joining House Severin's reserved bench. Sera, Reth, and Kavos took places where each could see the part of the field they understood best.
Vhar tightened the crossed harness across his chest. The paper declaring him dead remained open behind him. The worker's copied debt lay beside a cancellation Tarev could no longer withdraw unseen.
The first station bell hung above the frame.
Orven rolled his shoulders and lowered the iron staff into both hands. "Ready?"
Vhar looked at the moving practice body waiting above the painted lane. "I will be once they release it."
The examiner reached for the bell rope, and every witness in the yard could see his hand.