The Enantiodrome’s coming "completion" had never been officially announced. Nevertheless, Paysage seemed to sense the approaching climax. The city’s people felt the truth in the marrow of their bones, and it drew them to the site. Most of these volunteers would never be paid for their efforts here; even the highly skilled regulars received only token pay. They didn’t care; the pay was not their motive. Rather, they all wanted, with a deep unspoken yearning, to know that they had been there. To know they had lived the life.