text: Lilia woke with the light of the swirling satellites in her eyes, peeping in through the window of the bed she slept in. They had not winked out in the two hours she had tried to sleep.
  
  It was Namia who woke her. "Going?" Namia signed.
  
  "No," Lilia said. "You're staying here. I told you that." She heard Maralah, Roh and Kadaan already awake and conferring in the kitchen, in Saiduan. She hated it when they spoke Saiduan together because she knew so little of it.
  
  Zezili lay beside her, not asleep but staring at the ceiling.
  
  "Do you sleep at all?" Lilia asked.
  
  "No," Zezili said. "I don't think so. I never feel tired. It was nice to just sit here for a minute, I guess."
  
  Lilia went to the rear bedroom and woke up Taigan. "It's time."
  
  "It's not even light."
  
  "That's the point."
  
  He grumbled, but got out of bed.
  
  Lilia found Saradyn and Anavha asleep in another room, and got them up as well. She sent Namia out to round up the other jistas and fighters they needed. When Lilia saw Salifa with them, she dared to have a little hope.
  
  "Thank you," Lilia said.
  
  Salifa inclined her head. "It's an honor, Li."
  
  Lilia counted them all up, and Maralah confirmed it.
  
  "Are you worried what Meyna will do when you're gone?" Roh asked. "That maybe she will… I don't know."
  
  "I don't care," Lilia said. "It's always been about this, about striking back. Either we come back victorious, or we die trying. Either way, what comes after is up to Meyna, not me. I want no part in it."
  
  Roh raised his brows, but said nothing.
  
  "Anavha?" Lilia said. "You take Maralah first. Roh and Kadaan next." She doubted he could do two gates at once, and she wanted to keep things simple.
  
  Anavha took a deep breath. Closed his eyes.
  
  The gate wavered just outside, through the open back door.
  
  Maralah muttered something in Saiduan. Taigan laughed.
  
  "One last great adventure," Taigan said, in Dhai.
  
  Lilia thought she should give some speech, something beautiful and a little melancholy, but she was too tired. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen. She had to keep moving forward.
  
  Maralah stepped through the gate and onto the plateau, and set the world on fire.