"Perivar and I can open a channel for you in an hour." Ere took her old position on Kiv's shoulders. Frustration squirmed through Kiv. Of course Ere would bring Perivar into this. She didn't understand that this whole bizarre situation was caused by him.

Gov snorted. "It will take the embassy staff three hours."

"Perivar and I can open a channel for you in one hour," said Kiv. I will talk to Ere, but not in front of a Si-Tuk.

Gov swung four eyes toward Kiv and Kiv saw the tremor in the stalks and the way his teeth showed through this slit of his open mouth. Gov did not like the mention of Perivar. He did not like Kiv. He did not forget that Kiv should have been his property and his anger burned to see Kiv acting independently with the support of his free children. Kiv knew it with a searing certainty, and found time to wonder if Ere had known it too.

"You have bought time, Kivere," said Gov. "What do you intend to do with it?"

Kiv stiffened his spine. "Find out if Perivar is willing to come work in our home," said Kiv. "We need human contacts. Perhaps it is time we hired some."

Gov closed his eyes. "We could never give your kind a finger's length."

"No," agreed Kiv quietly.

"Go open the channel then," said Ji, and there was a hint of approval in his voice. "We will be ready in one hour. The Voice will tell the Vitae that they will have to wait until we have official word from the Emissary's Council to make this contract with you."

"Thank you, Emissaries all." Kiv folded his arms respectfully and turned himself and Ere all the way around to leave the room.

You can give my kind a finger's length, just be careful which finger's length it is.

Frustration seethed inside Paral as he climbed back into the transport. Ordeth wasn't even looking at him, and he was glad, because he knew his face betrayed his mood. She was speaking softly into her torque. Her disk was still in place in her ear, so the signal wasn't going very far. The children waited in the side seats, doing very good imitations of Ambassadors. Paral didn't know how she got them off her ship, and he didn't really want to. All he wanted to know was how he was going to be able to tell Caril something other than that he had failed.

"Thanks for the news," Ordeth said. She tapped her disk twice and turned to Paral. The transport's internal lights turned her skin a sickly yellow. "You're going to have to get online to Basq. The station's pinpointed Stone in the Wall."

"Then we should go after her." Paral reached for the control boards.

Ordeth snatched at his hand. "With the children? It's bad enough we risked them away from the ship. You're being too open, Paral."

He yanked his hand away, amazed and infuriated by the affront. "Too open to whom? Monsters and babies! It's time to stop hiding ourselves." He rubbed his wrist where she'd grabbed it. "Isn't that what the Imperialists are all about?"

"The Imperialists have only made it this far by slipping through the cracks," she hissed at him. "When we have a stable power base of our own, then you can play petty dictator to your heart's content!" She stopped and visibly pulled herself back. Whether from her own sense of propriety or from what she saw in his eyes, Paral couldn't tell. "Let Basq pick the artifacts up. Uary will get a chance to study them and we'll know what we need."

"And so will the Assembly." He stared at the blackened windscreen. "No."

"And if you don't report in, you're going to have the Witness really wondering about you," she pointed out coolly. "You can't tell me she doesn't already have the satellite data."

Paral was silent for a moment. "All right." He bowed his head and stared at his hands on his lap.

Think, he ordered himself. There's still got to be a chance.

"It's possible that Basq won't be able to hold on to Stone in the Wall," he said, looking up at Ordeth again. "She has a resistance to confinement, and he doesn't know where she's headed yet…" He waited for confirmation.

"Not unless you tell him," replied Ordeth.

"All right. We'll send him after her, but we'll make sure that there's no one to receive her if she reaches her destination."

Ordeth squinted like she was trying to see through his skull. "What are you thinking?"

"I am thinking it is not right that the Shessel can block the Reclamation. Is there anyone else here who can help us?"

"Maybe five in the division, if I ask them." Ordeth sat very still, just as she was supposed to. "Paral…you are not thinking with care here."

He matched her properly immobile expression. "The time for caution is past, Ordeth. Long past."

For the thousandth time, Aria's hand strayed to the mouth of her belt pouch and for the thousandth time she forced it away.

I know enough. Nameless Powers preserve me, I know enough to read a sign and get off a bus.

But thinking was hard and reading was slow and the stones would make it so much easier. She'd been using them to arrange her thoughts every single night since she got to the labs.

Which was the problem. She'd gotten used to their help. She'd gotten to like it. She leaned her cheek against the cool window and watched the strange, patchwork city pass. Clusters of buildings squatted in a spread of untamed meadow, or towered over groves of tangled trees. Only the razor-straight roads and their flanking walkways connected the knots of habitation.

Her mother had warned her that if she defied the injunction to reserve the stones for the needs of the Nameless or the Servant, the Powers would reclaim her name and with it her will and free mind.

Iyal and her friends would have called it assimilation and addiction. Aria simply called it dangerous, because what it was really stealing was her confidence. If she lost that now, she lost everything.

Did I type the destination in right? Should check. Her hand dropped onto the pouch. Should check the sign, not the stones! She peered at the display that took the place of a window in a hand-navigated vehicle. The third stop on the list was 32-35 Old Quarter. Yes. That was Perivar's home. She sat back in the cradling seat and tried to relax. She was on her way. Wherever the Vitae were, they were not here.

Yet.

She rubbed the backs of her hands. I should have known the Nameless would never let me get away with this so easily. They will not tolerate their people abandoning their Realm. However it came to be, we are not like the Skymen. We are not free like they are.

But this doesn't mean I surrender, do you hear? I don't. She felt her muscles begin to sag as for a moment her weariness overwhelmed her. But it does mean that once I get home I have a whole new fight on these hands.

The bus eased itself to a halt. Aria shifted impatiently in her seat. Skymen, who didn't have to worry about night storms and cold, never seemed to go to sleep. The sun was poised to vanish under the low, straight horizon, and the bus was still almost full of travelers. No wonder they used so many different tricks to divide their days up. They didn't care about the rhythm of the world around them.

The bus raised the doors nearest the small block of empty seats and Aria automatically looked to see who was getting on. Her heartbeat skipped wildly. A pair of Vitae climbed aboard. Somebody gagged. Somebody spit and somebody else started murmuring as if in awe. Aria could not take her eyes off the scarlet-and-white figures, even to bow her head and scrunch backward in her seat.

The Vitae did not take the nearest empty seats. Instead they picked their way down the central aisle until they stood beside her. The sound of rustling cloth and shifting weight came from all directions, but not from the Vitae. They simply stood in the aisle with their attention fastened on Aria. Their bodies didn't even sway as the bus started into motion again.