Seasons of War

bad?’ Idaan asked.
    ‘He hasn’t died. That’s what I can offer for now,’ Eiah said. ‘Maatikya, open your mouth. I don’t have time to brew this, but it will help until I can get the rest of my supplies. It’s going to be sweet first and then bitter.’
    ‘You’ve done it,’ Maati said around the pinch of leaves she put on his tongue.
    Eiah looked at him, her expression startled. He smiled at her.
    ‘You bound it. You’ve cured the blindness.’
    Eiah looked up at her creation, her slave. It nodded.
    ‘Well, no,’ she said. ‘I mean, yes, I bound him. And I did undo Vanjit’s damage to Ana and myself. And then you, when I saw that she’d done it.’
    ‘Galt?’ Ana asked.
    ‘I hadn’t . . . I hadn’t even thought of it. Gods. Is there anything different to be done? I mean, a whole nation at once?’
    ‘You have to do everything,’ Maati said. ‘Birds. Beasts. Fish. Everyone, everywhere. You have to hurry. It’s only a thought.’ The herbs were making his mouth tingle and burn, but the pain in his breast seemed to ebb. ‘It’s no different.’
    Eiah turned to the andat. The kind, pale face hardened. No matter how it seemed, the thing wasn’t a man and it wasn’t gentle. But it was bound to her will, and a moment later Eiah caught her breath.
    ‘It’s done,’ she said, wonder in her voice. ‘They’ve been put back. The ones who are left.’
    Ana stepped forward and knelt, wordlessly enfolding Eiah in her arms. From where he lay, he could see Eiah’s eyes close, watch her lean into the embrace. The two women seemed to pause in time, a moment that lasted less than two long breaths together but carried the weight of years within it. Eiah raised her head sharply and the andat twitched. Idaan leaped up, yelping. All eyes turned to her as she pressed a flat palm to her belly.
    ‘That,’ she said, ‘felt very odd. You should warn someone when you’re planning something like that.’
    ‘Sterile?’ Otah asked. His voice was low. There was no joy in it.
    ‘Repaired,’ Eiah said. ‘We can bear again. Galts can father children and we can bear them.’
    ‘I don’t suppose you could leave me as I was?’ Idaan asked.
    ‘So we’ve begun again,’ Otah said. ‘It is all as it was. We’ve only changed a few names. Well—’
    Wounded cut him off with a low bark of a laugh. Its eyes were fixed upon Eiah. Otah looked from one to the other, his hands taking a querying pose. Woman and slave both ignored him.
    ‘Everyone?’ the andat asked.
    ‘Everyone, everywhere,’ Eiah said. ‘It’s only a thought, isn’t it? That’s all it needs to be.’
    ‘What are you doing?’ Ana asked. It seemed like a real curiosity.
    ‘I’m curing everyone,’ Eiah said. ‘If there’s a child in Bakta who split her head on a stone this morning, I want it fixed. A man in Eymond whose hip was broken when he was a boy and healed poorly, I want him walking without pain in the morning. Everyone. Everywhere. Now.’
    ‘Eiah Machi,’ the andat said, its voice low and amused, ‘the little girl who saved the world. Is that how you see it? Or is this how you apologize for slaughtering a whole people?’
    Eiah didn’t speak, and the andat went still again. Anger flashed in its eyes and Maati’s hand went out, touching Eiah’s. She patted him away absently, as if he were no more than a well-intentioned dog. The andat hissed under its breath and turned away. Maati noticed for the first time that its teeth were pointed. Eiah relaxed. Maati sat up; his breath had almost returned. The andat shifted to look at him. The whites of his eyes had gone as black as a shark’s; he had never seen an andat shift its appearance before, and it filled him with sudden dread. Eiah made a scolding sound, and the andat took an apologetic pose.
    Maati tried to imagine what it would be like, a thought that changeable, that flexible, that filled with violence and rage. How did we ever think we could do good with these as our tools? For as long as she held the andat, Eiah was condemned to the struggle. And Maati was responsible for that sacrifice too.
    Eiah, it seemed, had other intentions.
    ‘That should do,’ she said. ‘You can go.’
    The andat vanished, its robe collapsing to the floor in a pool of blue and gold. The scent of overheated stone came and went, a breath of hell on the night air. The others were silent. Maati came to himself first.
    ‘What have you done ?’ he whispered.
    ‘I’m a physician,’ Eiah