contrast, betrayed an unexpected serenity in every movement of her hands, every smile. Three empty bowls lay beside them, evidence of Ana's appetite. Their voices betrayed nothing, but their faces and their bodies were eloquent.
As the sun set, the cold grew. It seemed to radiate from the walls, sucking away the life and heat like a restless ghost. That night, they slept in the shelter of the school. Otah took the wide, comfortable room that had once belonged to Tahi-kvo, his first and least-loved teacher. The wool blankets were heavy and thick. The night wind sang empty, mindless songs against the shutters. In the dim flickering light from the fire grate, he let his mind wander.
It was uncomfortable to think of Eiah in this place. It wasn't only that she was angry with him, that she had chosen this path and not the one he preferred. All that was true, but it was also that this place was one part of his life and that she was another. The two didn't belong together. He tried to imagine what he would have said to her, had she and Maati and the other students in Maati's little school still been encamped there.
The truth he could not admit to anyone was that he was relieved to have failed.
The shadows at the fire grate seemed to grow solid, a figure crouching there. He knew it was an illusion. It wasn't the first time his mind had tricked itself into imagining Kiyan after her death. He smiled at the vision of his wife, but the dream of her had already faded. It was a sign, and since it was both intended for him and created by his mind, it was perfectly explicable. If killing his daughter was the price it took to save the world, then the world could die. He took little comfort in the knowledge.
In the morning, Danat woke him, grinning. A piece of paper flapped in the boy's hand like a moth as Danat threw open the shutters and let the morning light spill in. Otah blinked, yawned, and frowned. Dreams already half- remembered were fading quickly. Danat dropped onto the foot of Otah's cot.
'I've found them,' Danat said.
Otah sat up, taking a pose that asked explanation. Danat held out the paper. The handwriting was unfamiliar to him, the characters wider than standard and softly drawn. He took the page and rubbed his eyes as if to clear them.
'I was sleeping in one of the side rooms,' Danat said. 'When I woke up this morning, I saw that. It was in a corner, not even hidden. I don't know how I missed it last night, except it was dark and I was tired.'
Otah's eyes able now to focus, his mind more fully awake, he turned his attention to the letter. Ashti-cha- Me have decided to leave. Eiah says that Maati-kvo isn't well, so we're all going to Utani so that she can get help caring for him. Please, if you get this, you have to come back! Uanjit is just as bad as ever, and I'm afraid without you here to put her in her place, she'll only get worse. Small Kae has started having nightmares about her. And the baby! You should see the way it tries to get away. It slipped into my lap last night after the Great Poet had gone to sleep and curled up like a kitten. They've almost finished loading the cart. I'm going to sneak back in once we're almost under way so that she won't find it. You have to come back! Meet us in Utani as soon as you can.
The letter was signed Irit Laatani. Otah folded the paper and tapped it against his lips, thinking. It was plausible. It could be a trick to send them off to Utani, but that would mean that they knew where Otah and his party were, and the errand they were on. If that was the case, there was no reason for misleading them. Vanjit and her little Blindness could stop any pursuit if she wanted it. Danat coughed expectantly.
'Utani,' Otah said. 'They're going north, just the way you'd planned. This is where you tell me how clever you were for heading there at the first?'
Danat laughed, shaking his head.
'You were right, Papa-kya. Coming here was the right thing. If Maati wasn't ill, they'd have been here.'
'Still. It does mean they've stopped hiding. That's a risk if they've only got one poet.'
Danat took a questioning pose.
'This poet,' Otah said. 'She's their protection and their power. As long as she has the andat in her control, they think that they're safe. In truth, though, she can only defend against things she knows. As long as there is only one poet, a well-placed man with a bow could end her before she could blind him. And then none of them are defended.'
'Unless there's a second binding. Another andat,' Danat said, and Otah took a confirming pose. Danat frowned. 'But if there had been, then Irit would have said so, wouldn't she? If Eiah had managed to capture Wounded?'
'I'd expect her to, yes,' Otah said.
'Then why would they go?'
Otah tapped the letter.
'Just what the woman said. Because Maati's ill,' he said. 'And because Eiah decided that caring for him was worth the risk. If he's bad enough to need other physicians' help, they may well be going slowly. Keeping him rested.'
'So we go,' Danat said. 'We go now, and as fast as we can manage. And attack the poet before she can blind us.'
'Yes,' Otah said. 'Burn the books, stop them from binding the andat. Go back, and try to put the world back together again.'
'Only… only then how do we fix the people in Galt? How do we cure Ana?'
'There's a decision to make,' Otah said. 'Doing this quickly and well means letting Galt remain sightless.'
'Then we can't kill the poet,' Danat said.
Otah took a long breath.
'Think about that before you say it,' he said. 'This is likely the only chance we'll have to take them by surprise. The Galts in Saraykeht are safe enough. The ones in their own cities are likely dead already. The others could be sacrificed, and it would keep us alive.'
'And childless, so what would the advantage be?' Danat said. 'Everything you'd tried to do would be destroyed.'
'Everything I wanted to do has already been destroyed,' Otah said. 'There isn't a solution to this. Not anymore. I'm reduced to looking for the least painful way that it can end. I don't see how we take these pieces and make a world worth living in.'
Danat was silent and still, then took Otah's hand.
'I can,' Danat said. 'There's hope. There's still hope.'
'This poet? Everything Ashti Beg says paints her as angry and petty and cruel at heart. She hates the Galts and thinks little enough of me. That's the woman we would be trying to reason with. And if she chooses, there is more than Galt to lose.'
Danat took a pose that accepted the stakes like a man at a betting table. He would put the world and everything in it at risk for the chance that remained to save Ana's home. Otah hesitated, and then replied with a pose that stood witness to the decision. A feeling of pride warmed him.
Kiyan-kya, he thought, we have raised a good man. Please all the gods that we've also raised a wise one.
'I'll go tell the others,' Danat said.
He rose and walked for the door, pausing only when Otah called after him. Danat, at the doorway, looked back.
'It's the right choice,' Otah said. 'No matter how poorly this happens, you made the right choice.'
'There wasn't an option,' Danat said.
It had been clear enough that no matter what the next step was, it wouldn't involve staying at the school. Under Idaan's direction, the armsmen were already refilling the water and coal stores for the steamcarts, packing what little equipment they had used, and preparing themselves for the road. The sky was white where it wasn't gray, the snow blurring the horizon. Ashti Beg sat alone beside the great bronze doors that had once opened only for the Dai-kvo. They were stained with verdigris and stood ajar. No one besides Otah saw the significance of it.
Midmorning saw a thinning of the clouds, a weak, pale blue forcing its way through the very top of the sky's dome. The horses were in harness, the carts showing their billows of mixed smoke and steam, and everything was at the ready except Idaan and Ana. The armsmen waited, ready to leave. Otah and Danat went back.
Otah found the pair in a large room. Ana, sitting on an ancient bench, had bent forward. Tears streaked the
