Seasons of War

think it can’t hurt. But I also think it isn’t our essential problem. We were all quite capable of designing Clarity-of-Sight with meetings in the evening. This’ - he rattled the papers in his hand - ‘is something different. Half-measures won’t suffice.’
    ‘What then?’ she said.
    He put the papers down.
    ‘We stop,’ he said. ‘For a few days, we don’t touch it at all. Instead we can send someone to a low town for meat and candles, or clear the gardens. Anything.’
    ‘Do we have time for that?’ Eiah asked. ‘Anything could have happened. My brother may be married. His wife may be carrying a child. All of Galt may be loading their daughters in ships, and the men of the cities may be scuttling off to Kirinton and Acton and Marsh. We are out here where there’s no one to talk to, no couriers on the roads, and I know it feels that time has stopped. It hasn’t. We’ve been weeks at this. Months. We can’t spend time we don’t have.’
    ‘You’d recommend what, then? Move faster than we can move? Think more clearly than we can think? It isn’t as if we can sit down with a serious expression and demand that the work be better than it is. Have you never seen a man ill with something that needed quiet and time? This is no different.’
    ‘I’ve also watched ill men die,’ Eiah said. ‘Time passes, and once you’ve waited too long for something, there’s no getting it back.’
    Her mouth bent in a deep frown. There were dark circles under her eyes. She bit her lower lip and shook her head as if conducting some conversation within her mind and disagreeing with herself. The coal burning in the brazier settled and gave off a dozen small sparks as bright as fireflies. One landed on the paper, already cold and gray. Ash.
    ‘You’re reconsidering,’ Maati said.
    ‘No. I’m not. We can’t tell my father,’ she said. ‘Not yet.’
    ‘We could send to others, then,’ Maati said. ‘There are high families in every city that would rise up against Otah’s every plan if they knew the andat were back in the world. You’ve lived your whole life in the courts. Two or three people whose discretion you trust would be all it took. A rumor spoken in the right ears. We needn’t even say where we are or what’s been bound.’
    Eiah combed her fingers through her hair. Every breath that she didn’t answer, Maati felt his hopes rise. She would, if he only gave her a little more time and silence to convince herself. She would announce their success, and everyone in the cities of the Khaiem would know that Maati Vaupathai had remained true to them. He had never given up, never turned away.
    ‘It would mean going to a city,’ Eiah said. ‘I can’t send half-a-dozen ciphered letters under my own seal out from a low town without every courier in the south finding out where we are.’
    ‘Then Pathai,’ Maati said, his hands opening. ‘We need to step back from the binding. The letters will win us time to make things right.’
    Eiah turned, looking out the window. In the courtyard, the maple trees were losing their leaves. A storm, a strong wind, and the branches would be bare. A sparrow, brown and gray, hopped from one twig to another. Maati could see the fine markings on its wings, the blackness of its eyes. It had been years since sparrows had been more than dull smears. He glanced at Eiah, surprised to see the tears on her cheek.
    His hand touched her shoulder. She didn’t look back, but he felt her lean into him a degree.
    ‘I don’t know,’ she said as if to the sparrow, the trees, the thousand fallen leaves. ‘I don’t know why it should matter. It’s no secret what he’s done or what I think of it. I don’t have any doubts that what we’re doing is the right choice.’
    ‘And yet,’ Maati said.
    ‘And yet,’ she agreed. ‘My father will be disappointed in me. I would have thought I was old enough that his opinion wouldn’t matter.’
    He searched for a response - something gentle and kind and that would strengthen her resolve. Before he found the words, he felt her tense. He took back his hand, adopting a querying pose.
    ‘I thought I heard something,’ she said. ‘Someone was yelling.’
    A long, high shriek rang in the air. It was a woman’s voice, but he couldn’t guess whose. Eiah leaped from her stool and vanished into the dark hallways before Maati recovered himself. He followed, his heart pounding, his breath short. The shrieking didn’t stop, and as he came