Helene, who knew that the gift of dreaming would be the curse that brought death to her. Yet even then, even at the end, the gift compelled her to speak. I'm those were Helene's very last words, the very last words I ever heard her say.'
He paused. And I waited. We all waited. A log shifted on an unseen fire somewhere in the house. Beyond the closed door, the rising light brought the city of Adurnam to life with a new day.
'She said, 'Where the hand of fortune branches, Tara Bell's child must choose, and the road of war will be washed by the tide.''
'A fanciful turn of phrase,' said Kehinde, 'but as I have a pragmatical turn of mind, can you tell me what you think it means?'
He smiled as if, having meant to catch our interest, he had nevertheless not lost his ability to enjoy the pleasure of knowing he had done so. 'Why, the depths of the words are easily sounded. She meant that Tara Bell's child will choose a path that will change the course of the war.'
He looked at me. They all looked at me.
'Which means you, Catherine Bell Barahal. Because that child is you.'
