The morning light transformed the wayhouse. With the shutters all

opened, the benches and tables and soot-stained walls seemed less

oppressive. The fire still smoked, but the breeze moving through the

rooms kept the air fresh and clear, if cold. The wayhouse keeper had

prepared duck eggs and peppered pork for their morning meal, and tea

brewed until it was rich with taste and not yet bitter.

They were not all there. Ashti Beg and the two Kaes had stayed up after

many of the others had faded into their restless sleep. Maati had

slipped into dream with the sound of their voices in his ears, and none

of them had yet risen. Danat and Otah were sitting at the same table,

looking like a painter's metaphor of youth and age. Eiah and Idaan

shared his own table, and he did not know where the Galtic girl had gone.

"She didn't blind Maati. Why?" Otah asked, gesturing at Maati as if he

were an exhibit at an audience rather than a person. "Why spare him and

not the others?"

"Well, for Eiah it's clear enough," Danat said around a mouthful of

pork. "She didn't want another poet binding the andat. As long as

Vanjit's the only one, she's ... well, the only one."

"And the two Kaes," Eiah said, "so that they couldn't follow her."

"Yes," Idaan said, "but that's not the question. 117hy notMaati?"

"Because . . ." Maati began, and then fell short. Because she cared for

him more? Because she didn't fear him? Nothing he could think of rang true.

"I think she wants to be found," Otah said. "I think she wants to be

found, in specific, by Maati."

Idaan grunted appreciatively. Eiah frowned and then nodded slowly.

"Why would she want that?" Maati asked.

"Because your attention is the mark of status," Eiah answered. "You are

the teacher. The Dai-kvo. Which of us you choose to give your time to

determines who is in favor and who isn't. And she wants to show herself

that she can take you from me."

"That's idiotic," Maati said.

"No," Idaan said, her voice oddly soft. "It's only childish."

"It fits together if you've raised a daughter," Otah agreed. "It's just

what Eiah would have done when at twelve summers. But if I'm right, it

changes things. I didn't want to say it in front of Ana-cha, but if your

poet's truly gone to ground, I can't believe we'd find her before

spring. She can find new allies if she needs them, or use the andat to

threaten people and get what she wants from them. At best, we might have

her by Candles Night."

"But if she's waiting to be found," Danat said.

"Then it's a matter of guessing where she'd wait," Otah said. "Where

she'd expect Maati to go looking for her."

"I don't know the answer to that," Maati said. "The school, maybe. She

might make her way back there."

"Or at the camp where we lost her," Eiah suggested.

Silence fell over the room for a moment. A decision had just been made,

and Maati could tell that each of them knew it. Utani would wait. They

were hunting Vanjit.

"The camp's nearest," Danat said.

"You can send one of the armsmen north with a letter," Eiah said. "Even

if we fail, it doesn't mean a larger search can't be organized while we

try."

"I'll round up the others," Idaan said, rising from the table. "No point

wasting daylight. Danat-cha, if you could tell our well-armed escorts

that we're leaving?"

Danat swilled down the last of his tea, took a pose that accepted his

aunt's instructions, and rose. In moments, only Otah, Eiah, and Maati

himself were left in the room. Otah took a bite of egg and stared out

into nothing.

"Otah-kvo," Maati said.

The Emperor looked over, his eyebrow raised in something equally query

and challenge. Maati felt his chest tighten as if it were bound by wire.

He sat silent for the rest of the meal.

To Maati's dismay, Ashti Beg, Large Kae, and Small Kae all preferred to

stay behind. There was a logic to it, and the keeper was more than happy

to take Otah's silver in return for a promise to look after them. Still,

Maati found himself wishing that they had come.

The Emperor's boat was, if anything, smaller than the one Maati had

hired. One of the armsmen had been sent north with letters that Otah had

hastily drafted, another to the south. Half of the rest were set to

finding a second boat and following with the supplies, and yet the

little craft felt crowded as they nosed out into the river.

Otah stood at the bow, Danat at his side. Idaan had appointed herself

shepherd of Eiah and Ana, the blinded women. Maati sat alone near the

stern. The sky was pale with haze, the river air rich with the scent of

decaying leaves and autumn. The kiln roared to itself, and the wheel

slapped the water. Far above, two vees of geese headed south, their

brash unlovely voices made beautiful by distance.

His rage was gone, and he missed it. All his fantasies of Otah Machi

apologizing, of Otah Machi debased before him, melted like sugar in

water when faced with the man himself. Maati felt small and alone, and

perhaps that was merely accurate. He had lost everything now except

perhaps Eiah. Irit was gone, and the wisest of them all for fleeing. He

couldn't imagine Large Kae and Small Kae would return to him. Ashti Beg

had left once already. And then Vanjit. All of his little family was

gone now.

His family. Ashti Beg's voice returned to him. Vanjit and

Clarity-ofSight and the need for family.

"Oh," he said, almost before he knew what he meant. And then, "Oh."

Maati made his unsteady way to the bow, touching crates with his

fingertips to keep from stumbling. Otah and Danat turned at the sound of

his approach, but said nothing. Maati reached them short of breath and

oddly elated. His smile seemed to surprise them.

"I know where she's gone," he said.

27

Udun had been a river city. A city of birds.

Otah remembered the first time he'd come to it, a letter of introduction

from a man he had known briefly years before limp in his sleeve. After

years of life in the eastern islands, it was like walking into a dream.

Canals laced the city, great stone quays as busy as the streets. Great

humped bridges with stairs cut in each side rose up to let even the

tallest boats pass. On the shores, tree branches bent under the brightly

colored burden of wings and beaks and a thousand kinds of song. The