The corridor mouth took the first convoys before the board could name them, gates and wagons and wounded teams stacking three deep where the road ran one. Emilia read the surge through her root and knew the intersections would drown before the hour turned.
By the second hour the feeder gates backed up past the profit rooms, and the wounded came in on the same lanes as the freight. Vasa put the volume against the design and the two figures would not sit in one column.
Emilia did not wait for a vote on the floors that paid for the corridor. She widened the near chambers by hand and let the ledger take the wound.
"I am collapsing the two paying rooms into shelter and I will not get them back this season," Emilia said, driving root into the near chambers to open the floor. "The road holds a nation tonight or it holds my ledger, and I already chose, so log the loss and move the wounded in."
