“We’re in this together, then, from now on. Yes?”
“By Genya?”
“By her grave. If I had lead to write it on, I would. I swear I will make no attempt to escape from whatever awful place my mother has sent us. And I will be your companion in this, and no matter what, I will never, ever leave you.”
Finally, fitfully, Austra smiled. “Thank you,” she said. She reached across the space, and they briefly squeezed hands.
“Where do you suppose we are, anyway?”Anne remarked, to change the course of the conversation. “I gather we’ve been traveling south.”
Austra dimpled a little.
“I know that look!” Anne said. “You know something.”
“I’ve been keeping directions,” Austra said. “The names of towns, rivers, and all. So we might find our route, if ever we see a map.”
Anne gaped in astonishment. “Austra! Clever girl. Why didn’t I think of that? I’m so stupid!”
“No,” Austra said. “You’ve just never been out in the world. You probably figured if you ran away the road would just take you where you wanted to go, like in the phay stories. But in the real world, you have to have directions.”
“Your journal, then! May I see it?”
Austra reached into her purse and withdrew a small book.
“I didn’t get every town,” she said. “Only when I heard one of the guards mention it, or sometimes I would see a sign. The writing looks almost the same here, though with some odd flourishes. Here, I’ll read it to you; you could have trouble with my scribbling, and I can sum up for you.”
“Go on,” Anne replied.
“We first crossed over the Warlock on the raised road. The sun set on our right, so we were going south. Then we went up into some hills, still south.”
“We were in Hornladh, then!” Anne said. “Roderick is from Hornladh! I found it on the map, after meeting him.”
“In the hills we stayed in a place called Carec, a very small town. The next few nights I didn’t catch any names, but we went through a forest I think was named Duv Caldh, or something like that. At the edge of it we stayed in a little place named Prentreff.”
“Oh, yes. The inn with the dreadful lute player.”
“Exactly. From there, I think we went still south but more west, but then the next day it rained, so I couldn’t tell. Then we spent two nights in Paldh.”
“I remember Paldh from the map! It’s a port, so we were on the sea! I thought I smelled the sea that night.”
“After that we crossed a river. I think it was called the Teremené, and so was the town there. That’s when we started seeing more fields than woods, and the houses with red or pale roofs. And vineyards—remember those endless vineyards? Then we slept in a little town named Pacre, then Alfohes, Avalé, and Vio Toto. Most of that time, I think we were going south and west. We crossed another river; I don’t know its name, but the town on the other side was Chesladia. I missed some towns, after that, but the place where you tried to run away was named Trivo Rufo. Since then I haven’t written anything. I was too angry.”
“It’s enough!” Anne said. “But I don’t understand. If you didn’t want me to run away, why do this? Why map me a way home?”
“I wasn’t going to tell you about it until you promised not to run away. But I thought—it’s always better to know where you are. Suppose something awful happens? Suppose we’re attacked by bandits, our escort is killed, and we have to run? It’s better to know.” She shook a finger at Anne. “But a promise is still a promise, yes?”
“Of course,” Anne replied. “But you’re right. From now on, I’ll keep a journal, too.”
“What country do you think we’re in, now?” Austra asked.
“I have no idea. I never paid attention in the tutorials, and I looked at the map only to find where Roderick was from. Perhaps we’re in Safnia, where Lesbeth’s fiancé lives.”
“Perhaps,” Austra said. “But I don’t think so. I think it’s Vitellio.”
“Vitellio!” Anne peered out the window again. The road arrowed through a vast field of some sort of grain. It had cut steep banks, and the soil was a vivid white.
“I thought Vitellio was all yellow and red, and covered up with great cities and fanes! And the people are supposed to dress all in silk of fantastic colors, and quarrel most constantly.”
“I could be wrong,” Austra allowed.
“Wherever it is, the countryside is quite beautiful,” Anne remarked. “I would love to run Faster through those fields. I wonder how far we have to go?”
“Who can say?” Austra replied. “This coven must be on the very edge of the earth.”
“Maybe this will be an adventure after all!” Anne said, feeling her spirits rise.
But she did have one quick, guilty thought.
Roderick would walk off the end of the earth to find me, Anne told herself. And if I can send him one letter, he’ll know where that is.
She tried to brush that away, stay firm to her new convictions, and a few moments later, as the girls chattered about what Vitellio might be like, she almost forgot that it had even occurred to her.
And eight days later, by the tattered light of sunset, in a countryside empty of houses but replete with gently swaying trees and pasture, she and Austra stepped from the carriage for the last time.
4
The Faneway
Brother Ehan stood arms akimbo, a worried expression on his face, watching Stephen prepare.
“Look out for Brother Desmond and his bunch,” the little man said. “They’re none too happy with you taking the walk this soon.”
“I know.” Stephen shrugged. “What can I do? If they follow me, they follow me. If they catch me alone in the woods, there won’t be much I can do, whether I see them coming or not.”
“You could run.”
“They would just wait for me at the next fane. I still wouldn’t be able to finish the walk.”
“But you would be alive.”
“That’s true,” Stephen allowed.
“You don’t sound as happy about that as you might.”
“Something’s troubling him,” Brother Alprin said. He’d just walked in from the vineyards, still wearing a broad-brimmed hat to protect him from the sun. “And it isn’t Brother Desmond.”
“Homesick?” Ehan said, a little tauntingly.
“No,” Stephen replied. Except that he was. Homesick not for a place, but for a world that still made sense.
“What is it, then?” Ehan persisted. But Stephen remained silent.
“He’ll tell us when he’s ready,” Alprin said. “Won’t you, Brother? In any event, don’t worry about Brother Desmond. The fratrex sent him off yesterday.”
“Off ?” Stephen said. “You mean away?”
“No such luck. Just off to do some sort of church business.”
Stephen had a sudden memory of Brother Desmond that night on the hillside, when he had gone quiet and strange.
“After supplies or something?”
“Hah,” Brother Ehan grunted. “No. He sends ’em to take care of things. Brother Desmond walked the fanes of Saint Mamres. He’s one promotion short of being a knight of the church. Why do you think he’s so strong and fast? That’s the blessing of Mamres. A few ninedays before you got here, some bandits were raiding the temple at Baymdal, in the Midenlands. The fratrex sent Brother Desmond and his cohort.”
“Desmond put a stop to the bandits, all right. A very decisive stop, as I hear it.”
Ehan’s brow pinched up. “This might be worse. What if they hung around, out in the woods for a day? If you’re found with a broken neck, they’ll have an alibi.”
“Wait,” Stephen said. “I didn’t think a fratrex had that authority. He can dispose men only for the defense of his monastery. An order to send them someplace has to come from a praifec.”
“A messenger from Praifec Hespero in Eslen came yesterday,” Brother Alprin said.