"Mr. Kraft, I understand that you need some time off to rest, but are you really sure this is where we're going today?"
"What's the problem?" Kraft had changed into ordinary clothes and was enjoying the rare fresh air outdoors. "Since we're in Dunling, it makes sense to visit a few more historic sites."
Kup glanced at the wasteland, half-hidden by waist-high weeds. The few visitors hurried along, carrying tools for digging and chiseling, and shouldering bulky objects wrapped in cloth. "That's true, but does Doctor David know you've skipped half a day of clinic to go sightseeing in a graveyard?"
"It's fine. I told him that if he wasn't sure about something, he shouldn't treat it yet. He can leave it for me to handle." It was a small step toward slacking off, but a giant leap for David taking on more responsibility. If he did well, the Society might even gain another associate member.
Kraft had already spent a whole week working and teaching at full tilt. If he hadn't happened to mention his curiosity, he might not have remembered what he'd originally intended to do until next month.
They were in a rare open space on the outskirts, about half a city away from David's clinic. The old district where the university stood was farther still. The expanding city had deliberately stopped at a certain boundary, leaving a huge gap. Even the streets didn't connect to the broken paths winding through the weeds.
The university's coachman had dropped them off at the edge and refused to come any closer. He had gently advised the two visitors to abandon the idea, claiming that the souls of those who died from the Unclean were hard for any place to accept, and mostly wandered here.
"I doubt you're the sort