text: High summer, the festival season, when the Temple of Oma played host to dozens of traders and craftspeople, all of them eating and sweating and drinking in the temple's great banquet hall. During her decade in Oma's temple, Lilia had learned how to navigate through its mass of humanity like a skilled sea captain.
  
  She spent her time in the temple scullery cleaning sinks with morvern's drake and bottling honey from the giant spotted bee hives in the back garden. In the afternoons she hobbled up the long tongue of the grand stairway, favoring her mangled right foot – which had never healed properly - and changed the bed linens for the temple's novice Oras - the parajistas, tirajistas, and sinajistas who would claim the title of Ora on passing their initiation. The other temples – those dedicated to Para, Sina, and Tira – only trained one type of jista, but Oma's temple claimed the very best of them all; bringing them together into one very powerful – and, in Lilia's opinion - very arrogant, bunch.
  
  As Lilia came downstairs, dragging a bag of dirty linens too massive to take through the scullery stair, she saw her friend Roh waiting for her next to the heavy carved talon of the banister.
  
  She hesitated on the stair. He saw her, and grinned. His grin could fill a room. It pierced her heart every time she saw it, because that grin made her want to trail after him like some love-struck fool, and she had seen enough novices and drudges acting just that way around him to realize how silly it would make her look.
  
  A plump novice named Saronia passed behind him. Seeing him grinning at Lilia, she frowned. "You should be pickier with your affections, Roh," Saronia said. "You can afford to be."
  
  Roh paid her no mind. He offered a hand to Lilia and said, "Leave the laundry. I want to show you something."
  
  Saronia rolled her eyes. Two others had joined her; smooth-cheeked, well-fed novices from Clan Garika. They wore the blue tunic, trousers, and green apron of novices; their hair was shorn short and dark, like Roh's – like Lilia's. "All she's good at is laundry," Saronia said. "Didn't your mothers ever tell you you should flirt with Garikas, not drudges? My mothers know yours, you know, and they wouldn't approve."
  
  Roh rounded on Saronia. "Go wrap your head in a litany," he said. "Maybe next time you'll remember it, then, instead of dropping Para in the middle of building a vortex."
  
  "I'm more talented than –"
  
  "You're talented at getting people to think you're talented," Roh said. "I could bury you chest deep in laundry and you wouldn't be able to breathe your way out of it with Para."
  
  "You're an arrogant child."
  
  "And you're a terribly jealous woman," Roh said, "because my mother could have been yours. Too bad you were barely gifted, and she gave you away."
  
  There were five genders in Dhai — female assertive, female passive, male assertive, male passive, and ungendered. Saronia always used the female-assertive for herself, while Lilia thought of herself in the female-passive. But Roh happily used the ungendered pronoun in reference to Saronia. It was considered a rude thing, to use the wrong gender once you knew it, but it seemed to especially annoy Saronia.
  
  "I'm telling Ora Almeysia you said that," Saronia said.
  
  "Go ahead. And I'll tell her where you light off to after dark," Roh said.
  
  Saronia curled her lip and turned away.
  
  Lilia waited until they were in retreat, then started down the stairs again. Her clothes were the same as the novices', only the simple gray of the temple's drudges to their brilliant novice blue.
  
  Roh hopped up the steps to meet her. She had a desperate urge to put her hands in his silky hair and draw him closer. But she pulled away from him instead, and averted her gaze.
  
  "I found that symbol," he said. "The trefoil with the tail that you drew."
  
  He pulled the book she'd written in out of his tunic pocket. She also noticed the edge of one of Kalinda's letter peeking out, which she was fairly certain she'd never given him. Had he stolen it?
  
  "Where?" Lilia said.
  
  "First tell me how it helps you find your mother," he said. "I asked around, Li. You're supposed to be an orphan."
  
  "It's my business, Roh."
  
  "You asked me to help."
  
  Lilia tried to snatch the book back, but Roh was too fast. Spry, light on his feet, it was always difficult to tell how much of that was his dance training and how much was him playing with the forces of Para. He fairly floated away from her, lighter than air.
  
  "How will you evade me when Para is descendent?" Lilia said. "Your tricks won't work then."
  
  "By then I'll be a fine fighter," he said, "married to a dozen powerful sinajistas who'll protect me from you."
  
  Roh was at least six years away from becoming a fully trained Ora – one of the jistas trained in theology and ethics across the Dhai valley – and Para would be descendent far sooner than that. Even with its erratic orbit, it wouldn't dominant the sky more than another two or three years. Sina was coming around next. She wondered how Roh would get along then, because she couldn't imagine him being happy without a satellite to call on.
  
  "So are you going to tell me what it means or not?" Lilia said. She had slept very well the last week after turning over the symbol; not one shrieking treeglider or bloody-eyed bear. It reinforced her convictions. She was old enough to make good on her promise. She wasn't such a weak little girl anymore.
  
  "It's just upstairs," he said, pointing.
  
  Lilia saw no Ora watching them from the great spiraling bloom of the stairs. Above, the hourglass of the twin suns blinked at her through the giant dome that capped the temple's foyer, twelve floors above her. She squinted. The afternoon meal had already been prepared and washed up. They wouldn't be looking for her for some time. Even though she was just a drudge, she often took part in strategy games with the novices, and even some Oras, but her next game wasn't until the early evening.
  
  "Alright," she said, and set the laundry out of the way, just outside the entrance to the scullery stair that ran behind the banquet hall. She made to go back to the main stair, but Roh gestured for her to go up through the scullery stair instead.
  
  She limped along behind him, dragging her mangled foot. Kalinda had ensured she didn't lose her whole leg, but she was missing two of her toes and much of the ball of her foot, and the melted flesh and scar tissue left behind wasn't pretty. Roh once asked her if it hurt. Only when she looked at it, she told him. When he laughed at that, she knew they would be friends.
  
  They went up four sets of stairs, and passed two other curious drudges. Kinless and ungifted, just like Lilia.
  
  "How far are we going up?" Lilia asked. "I'm not allowed above the sixth floor."
  
  "I won't tell if you don't."
  
  Her foot was already throbbing. Her breathing was labored. She felt the tightness in her chest that often signaled a seizing of her lungs. She firmed her jaw and leaned her weight on the rail and kept going. Even among the drudges chosen to serve in Oma's Temple, she was the weakest. What she lacked in physical power she had to make up for in endurance and patience.
  
  When they passed the eleventh floor, Lilia's chest hurt. She hated that Tira had crippled her in so many ways. She tugged at Roh's tunic. "We can't go up there. That's the Kai's quarters, and the Ora libraries. Drudges aren't allowed." She took a moment to catch her breath.
  
  "Do you want to see it or not?" Roh said. "The Kai's sick, so they've moved her a couple floors down. There's nobody up there. Do you want to know what that mark means, or not?"
  
  "Why can't you just tell me?"
  
  "Because you have to see it."
  
  Roh came to the top of the steps. They were in the corridor outside the Assembly Chamber, where the Kai often met with the elder Oras and clan leaders. Lilia had never seen it, but she knew it by the markings on the door.
  
  Roh pushed open the door, an ancient construction of amberwood banded in iron and marked with the Dhai characters for "come together." Lilia crept after him.
  
  Inside the chamber, a massive round table of black walnut dominated the room. As they were at the top of the temple, the ceiling here was a tapestry of colored glass. The hourglass of the twin suns made up its center, directly above the table, illuminating it like some divine shrine to Oma. Lilia moved further into the room, and saw the whole sky represented in the glass; the double-suns, sometimes called Shar, the little red sun, Mora, and all three of the satellites – blue Para, green Tira, purple Sina. At the very edge of the patterned glass, closest to a second archway leading to a sitting room, was a fourth star, nearly black. The elusive Oma. Lilia did not see it represented often. Fingers of blackness followed it, like a great, spiny growth had crawled into the glass. On the other half of the ceiling were the moons – little Zini, irregular Mur, and great white Ahmur and its hazy tiara of satellites.
  
  "Li," Roh said.
  
  Lilia pulled her gaze from the ceiling. Roh stood next to the great wooden table, pointing at the middle of it.
  
  She saw a mosaic of patterned stones at the center of the table. It was a map of Dhai.
  
  Roh tapped a section of the map at the edge of the woodlands, all the way on the other side of the country, past Mount Ahya, along the Hahko Sea. A jagged dart of green stones there made up a finger-length peninsula there. Set just to the left of the peninsula was a piece of jade carved into the precise shape of the figure that Lilia's mother had pressed into her flesh.
  
  It was shocking to see it, after all this time. She'd half thought she made it up, along with everything else that happened that day in the woods.
  
  "You going to tell me what it means now?" Roh said.
  
  "It means I'm not crazy," Lilia said.
  
  "Well, that's debatable."
  
  Lilia leaned across the table to get a better look. She traced the shape of the jade; a perfect trefoil with a long, curled tail. Pain radiated up her bad leg, but she hardly noticed it. She saw other symbols, too, which she didn't recognize. A triangle with two circles where the Temple of Para should be; a circle with two lines through it in the woodland around Tira's temple; a coiled curl with a circle at the center near Sira's Temple, and a square with a double circle inside over the Temple of Oma. There was one more near the Liona Stronghold that marked the mountain pass that separated them from Dorinah – a trefoil with four tails, one at each compass point.
  
  "What do these all mean?" Lilia asked. "There's no temple or stronghold here. I know. I've been there. But it's marked like the others."
  
  "You should find out," Roh said.
  
  She pulled her hand away. "That's the other side of the country. Through the woodlands." She wasn't gifted. How was she going to get all the way out there by herself?
  
  "So what are you going to do, clean up after gifted novices your whole life?" Roh crossed his arms. He was almost as tall as her, and more than a year younger, but leaner and stronger. For a moment she wished she could have his perfect legs and powerful confidence.
  
  "I'm glad you found this," she said. She got down from the chair and made her way back to the scullery stair.
  
  "Listen," Roh said. "I can't leave the temple without permission, but you can. You're just a drudge."
  
  "Thanks for reminding me."
  
  "You know what I mean."
  
  "Do I?"
  
  He sighed. "My mother once asked another seer about my fate," Roh said, "because as much as she tried, she couldn't see it. The seer told my mother I'd die an old man in an orchard. I'd be a farmer, with six spouses and dozens of children."
  
  "A parajista farmer? I can't imagine that."
  
  "Me either," Roh said, "but Para's going to be descendent in another few years. What if it never comes back?"
  
  "It always comes back."
  
  "Well, the seer saw something different," he said.
  
  Lilia gazed at the dark shape on the ceiling that followed Oma. "They always come back," she repeated.
  
  "Maybe," Roh said, "maybe not."
  
  "You were passed some good pieces in life," she said.
  
  "Is everything some strategy game to you?"
  
  "Well, yes," she said, as she'd been thinking of kindar, a cooperative board game played with wooden pieces meant to represent family members. Roh had a large family, multiple mothers and fathers and siblings and other relations. She had no one. "Be happy with how things turned out. You have a family that loves you."
  
  "You don't love me," Roh said.
  
  That startled her. "What are you talking about?"
  
  His color darkened, which surprised her even more. Parajistas from powerful Clan Garika did not make eyes at kinless drudges.
  
  "We're good friends," she said. "Is that not enough?"
  
  Lovely, arrogant boys like him only loved a person until they loved them back.
  
  She turned and stumbled down the steps, gripping the rail hand over hand to keep from falling headlong back down all twelve flights. Her breathing was better, but she would need to see the temple doctor. Spending time with Roh had gotten more and more confusing of late. He left her more frustrated than anything. Her focus was the promise she made her mother. That's all.
  
  She made it down almost a floor before she heard voices coming from below.
  
  Lilia tried to step back, and fell. Roh grabbed her arm to steady her. He released her almost immediately, and apologized for touching her without asking.
  
  "It's all right," she said. "Someone's coming." Lilia tried to get past him up the stairs, but there wasn't any room.
  
  "You can kiss me," he said, staring over her shoulder as the voices grew closer.
  
  "What?" she said.
  
  "What other reason do we have for being up here?"
  
  "Para, Roh, stop ironing my head."
  
  "I'm not trying to annoy you," he said.
  
  "Since when?"
  
  "Can I kiss you?" he whispered. "Should we tell them we're doing laundry, maybe?"
  
  It was a rude and sometimes dangerous thing, to touch without consent. No one had dared do more than grab at her sleeve since she was twelve. People in the temple might play strategy games with her, but no one cared to court her. She wasn't entirely sure she was ready.
  
  "No," she said.
  
  "What are you doing up here?"
  
  Lilia jumped. Roh let out a squeak. Lilia covered her mouth to keep from laughing at him.
  
  Ora Almeysia, Mistress of Novices, rounded the stair ahead of them. Almeysia was tall and wiry, like a bird, with a nest of tangled white hair knotted in pale ribbons.
  
  "I'm sorry," Lilia said. Her cheeks felt hot. She glanced at Roh. His color, too, had deepened, and that made her want to laugh even more. All this sneaking around for a mark on a map that she had no idea how to reach.
  
  "We're going," Roh said.
  
  "Rohinmey Tadisa Garika," Almeysia said. "This is not the first time I've caught you where you shouldn't be. I want you in my study at dusk. We'll mete out your atonement for this indiscretion. And you… who are you?"
  
  "Just a drudge," Lilia said.
  
  "Drudges have names. What are you called?"
  
  "Lilia Sona."
  
  "No clan."
  
  "I'm a woodland Dhai," Lilia said.
  
  Almeysia snorted. "Woodland. Not surprising, then, to see this sort of behavior from you. I've told the Kai time and again not to permit you feral dissidents here. The scullery master will be informed of this trespass. Go, before I toss you to the pitcher plants."
  
  Lilia squeezed past skinny Almeysia and limped down the steps as quickly as she could.
  
  They made it down four more flights before Roh said, "Why was Almeysia taking the scullery stair? She's allowed to be up there. She could have taken the main stair."
  
  "She was talking to someone," Lilia said. "I heard voices."
  
  "But she was alone."
  
  "Should we start spying on her, since we've already broken a temple law?"
  
  "It wasn't a very big temple law," Roh said cheerfully.
  
  "I bet when you're that old, you'll talk to yourself, too."
  
  "It's a lot like talking to you," he said, "only I get a lot more compliments."
  
  They walked down the rest of the stairs in silence. Little lightning jabs of pain spread up Lilia's leg, from ankle to knee. Every few breaths, she coughed. She focused on her breathing, and pushed out of the scullery stair and back into the banquet hall. A few Oras generally worked there between meals, sipping cinnamon tea or smoking Tordinian cigarettes, but she saw no one there now. She limped to where she had hidden the laundry, hoping Roh wouldn't follow.
  
  That's when she saw the stir of figures standing under the entrance to the foyer. At least a dozen novices and drudges fixed their attention on the giant amberwood door.
  
  Lilia came up behind them, dragging the laundry. A very tall, dark man stood in the foyer, speaking with four of the senior Oras. He wore a long black coat. She saw the hilt of a blade sticking up through the back of it. In Dhai, only trained members of the militia were allowed to carry weapons.
  
  "Who is he?" Roh asked as he came up behind her.
  
  One of the novices, a boy named Kihin, glanced back at them and said, "He's a sanisi, all the way from Saiduan."
  
  "I've seen sanisi in books," Roh said. "He doesn't look like a sanisi. Not a real one."
  
  "Ora Ohanni found him trying to get through the webbing around the garden," Kihin said. "I guess they don't have web fences there. My father says –"
  
  But at that moment, the sanisi raised his voice, and turned toward them. "Bring me to your Kai or I will cut my way to her. I'm here to save your maggoty, cannibalistic little country. Against my better judgment."
  
  The sanisi's gaze met Lilia's. He frowned. She stepped behind Kihin, trying to avoid the stranger's look. Roh glanced back at her.
  
  "My name is Taigan. I need to speak with the Kai," the sanisi repeated. As Lilia peered around Kihin, she saw the sanisi still looking at her. "If things are progressing here as they did in my country, it's time you all stopped dancing around the olive trees and prepared for war."