“In about a month and a half, there’s going to be an eclipse.”
“Right,” Jay said. “Agamuskara’s supposed to be the best place to see it.”
“You’re in for a real bloody treat,” Rucksack continued. “Today’s paper has confirmed that the eclipse is going to be a mirror eclipse.”
“Aye,” Rucksack said. “It would make sense you wouldn’t know. They’re bloody rare. Last one that happened in recorded history was… was the day o’ The Blast.”
Rucksack seemed to hesitate. Jade had mentioned something about The Blast always bothering Rucksack. Jay wondered why that would be. Then again, he thought, I could know Rucksack for a thousand years and probably still know only a fraction of who he is and what he’s about.
Rucksack took a deep breath and continued, his left hand squeezing into a fist. “A mirror eclipse happens under very particular conditions. The eclipse must be total—a complete blackout o’ the sun. And there must be clouds.”
“If there are clouds,” Jay said, “how can you see the eclipse?”
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