Seasons of War

been soothing. Otah, sitting at his field table, fought the urge to pace or shout or throw stones into the water. Sitting, racking his brain for details of a place he’d lived three decades ago, and pushing down his own fears both exhausted him and made him tense. He felt like a Galtic boiler with too hot a fire and no release; he could feel the solder melting at his seams.
    If they had followed his plan, Danat and Maati would have returned to the quay from a path that ran south along the river. They came from the west, down the broad stone steps. Danat held a naked blade forgotten in his hand, his expression set and unnerved. Maati, walking more slowly, seemed on the verge of collapse, but also pleased. Otah put down his pen.
    ‘You’ve found her?’
    ‘She’s found us,’ Maati said. ‘I think she’s been watching us since we stepped off the boat.’
    The armsmen clustered around them. Eiah and Ana rose to their feet, touching each other for support. Maati lumbered into the center of the quay as if it were a stage and he was declaiming a part. He told them of the encounter, of Vanjit’s appearance, of the andat at her side. He took the poses he’d adopted and mimicked Vanjit’s. In the end, he explained that Vanjit would see him - would see only him - and that it was to happen that evening.
    ‘She doesn’t know you,’ Maati continued, ‘and what little she does know, she doesn’t have a use for. To her, you’re the man who turned against his own people. And I am the teacher who gave her the power of a small god.’
    ‘And then plotted to kill her,’ Otah said, but he knew this battle was lost. Maati was right: neither of them had the power here. The poet and her andat were their masters whether he liked it or not. She could dictate any terms she wished, and Maati was important to her in a way that Otah himself was not.
    It was a meeting with the potential to end the world or save it. He would have given it to a stranger before he trusted it to Maati.
    ‘What are you going to tell her?’ Ana asked. Her voice sounded hungry. Weeks - months now - Ana had been living in shadows, and here was the chance to make herself whole.
    ‘I’ll apologize,’ Maati said. ‘I’ll explain that the andat manipulated us, playing on our fears. Then, if Vanjit will allow it, I’ll have Eiah brought so that she can offer her apologies as well.’
    Eiah, standing where Otah could see her face, lifted her chin as if something had caught her attention. Something ghosted across her face - alarm or incredulity - and then was gone. She became a statue of herself, a mask. She had no more faith in Maati than he did. And, to judge from her silence, no better idea of what to do either.
    ‘She has killed thousands of innocent people,’ Otah said. ‘She’s crippled women she had numbered among her friends. Are you sure that apologizing is entirely appropriate?’
    ‘What would you have me do?’ Maati asked, his hands taking a pose that was both query and challenge. ‘Should I go to her swinging accusations? Should I tell her she’s not safe and never will be?’
    The voice that answered was Idaan’s.
    ‘There’s nothing you can say to her. She’s gone mad, and you talk about her as if she weren’t. Whatever words you use, she’s going to hear what she wants. You might just as well send her a puppet and let her speak both parts.’
    ‘You don’t know her,’ Maati said, his face flushing. ‘You’ve never met her.’
    ‘I’ve been her,’ Idaan said dismissively as she walked down the steps to the now-crowded quay. ‘Give her what she wants if you’d like. It’s never made her well before, and it won’t make her well now.’
    ‘What would you advise?’ Otah asked.
    ‘She’ll be distracted,’ Idaan said. ‘Go in with a bowman. Put an arrow in the back of her head just where the spine touches it.’
    ‘ No ,’ Maati shouted.
    ‘No,’ Eiah said. ‘Even if killing her is the right thing, think of the risk. If she suspects, she can always lash out, and we haven’t got any protection against her.’
    ‘There doesn’t need to be anyone there for her to be suspicious,’ Idaan said. ‘If she’s frightened by shadows, the end is just as bloody.’
    ‘So we’re giving up on Galt,’ Ana said. Her voice was flat. ‘I listen to all of you, and the one thing I never hear mentioned is all the people who’ve died because they happened to be like me.’
    Maati stepped forward, taking the girl’s