So much for not telling him. “You’re not angry with me?” I couldn’t look at him.

“You didn’t order Meryem to go back.” He steadied me. “Nory’s blaming herself. She’s wrong, too. This is a mess.” He looked around. He was right—it was a mess. One ship was riding low in the water at the dock. It was overloaded. Sailors tossed goods overboard, while passengers screamed in rage. Didn’t they see that furniture would do no good if they drowned?

“Where is Nory?” I looked around. I didn’t want to get punched again. I also wasn’t sure what Nory might do to me next. Kill me, maybe.

“Helping Treak get the children aboard our ship. That one over there, with the sun on its prow.” Oswin walked over to a family with a wagon. He helped them take bundles out of it. “You should get aboard your ship, Evvy. Myrrhtide wants to set sail. He says the shakes are setting up strong currents in the sea. Once we’re out there, he can use his magic and those currents to help us move quicker. And the captains have winds tied up in knots. They’re going to set them free to get us away from here.”

“Not southeast.” I unsaddled my horse, Spark, who had been waiting for me all this time. We were going to have to leave my patient little mare. Would she be clever enough to get away from the shore? Would she go far enough? I slapped her on the rump when I had all of her tack off and watched her run. “Oswin, did you hear me?”

Oswin turned to look at me. “Huh? What did you say?”

“I said, tell them not to go southeast,” I called. “A volcano is coming up underwater there. That’s what caused the quake a little while ago.”

“Southeast—got it.” Oswin stared at the ship where Tahar sat. Treak stood beside her, jumping up and down. He waved to Oswin. The other children were with him. Some of them were crying. The others looked miserable, furious, or both. The boy who had ridden with me on Spark was hanging on to two of them, who fought his grip. Oswin walked toward the ship, his eyes searching the faces at the rail. “Treak, where’s Nory?”

My belly flip-flopped. I knew where she was. And if Nory had gone missing…I looked around for Jayat. A moment ago he’d been standing with Azaze. Now Azaze and the guards were moving the last of the villagers onto the ships. I couldn’t see Jayat anywhere.

Oswin turned and strode down the dock, his face grim. Ash streaks made him look like a Qidao shaman had painted him for war. His eyes blazed turquoise, blind with the ideas in his head. He looked half crazy.

Azaze moved in to cut him off. “Where are you going?”

“Nory’s out there,” he said hurriedly. “She went after Meryem. They—”

“And what of your other eleven children?” she demanded. Once again I thought Azaze should have been born as a queen. Right now Moharrin needed a queen, not a headwoman. Only a queen could stop Oswin if they wanted to keep him. “You are all they have, Oswin Forest. You saved them from starvation yourself. You stepped in and interfered with the destiny the gods chose for them. If you abandon them now, the gods will surely strike all of you down as payment for your abandonment of your duty.”

“You can’t know that.” Oswin’s voice was as hard as diamond and as soft as chalk.

“I know that the gods watch when you replace their plans with one of your own,” Azaze’s voice was sure. “You had best make good on your new plan if you interfere in theirs. You can’t just decide you’re tired of your new plan, or that one part of it is more important than the rest. What will happen to those children when we get to wherever we’re going? I’ll do my best, but I can’t control them. The only one who could ever do that is you.”

“Azaze—” Oswin reached out to Azaze. His hand shook. “They’re my children, too.”

Azaze’s face was iron hard. “But they are only two of your children, and they are out of your reach. Treak obeys only you, Oswin. You’re the only person I know who can grind lenses so that Jesy can see. Deva calls you ‘Papa.’ And—”

A boy’s voice rang out clear over a sudden quiet at the docks. “Oswin, are you leaving us?”

Oswin’s shoulders drooped. He looked back at the ship where the other children waited. “No. It’s all right, Natan. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Azaze took one of his hands. “I am sorry, my boy.”

“They have my idiot Jayat with them, or Norya does, at least!” Tahar screeched from the ship. “That’s more luck than they deserve!” She looked and sounded furious, but there were wet streaks under her eyes.

I’m wasting time, I thought as Oswin got back to work. I need Luvo.

He stood with Rosethorn and Myrrhtide, on the dock. Enough of the refugees were on the ships that they had decided it was time to do magic. Rosethorn twisted and knotted strands of hemp. She was using spells to strengthen the ropes and sails of the ships. Myrrhtide whispered over chains set with water-magic stones: jade, pearls, beryl, aquamarines. They were too busy to notice anything else, including me.

I knelt beside Luvo. Through our magic I told him, Take care of Rosethorn. Make sure she gets home safe. I have to go back into the fault.

Luvo reared up onto his hindquarters. I couldn’t see his eyes bulge. If he’d had them, though, they’d have popped from his head. You will do no such thing. What would it accomplish? You are as weak as a flake of mica. Three miles is enough if these meat creatures hurry.




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