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vermilion ink of the House Absolute, sounds calm and even methodical. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was gasping and sweating as I did these things, shouting questions to which I hardly stayed for an answer. Like a face seen in dream, Agia’s floated before my imagination: wide, flat cheeks and softly rounded chin, freckled, sun-browned skin and long, laughing, mocking eyes. Why she had come, I could not imagine; I only knew she had, and that my glimpse of her had reawakened the anguish of my memory of her scream.
    “Have you seen a woman so tall, with chestnut hair?” I repeated it again and again, like the duelist who had called out “Cadroe of Seventeen Stones,” until the phrase was as meaningless as the song of the cicada.
    “Yes. Every country maid who comes here.”
    “Do you know her name?”
    “A woman? Certainly I can get you a woman.”
    “Where did you lose her?”
    “Don’t worry, you’ll soon find her again. The fair’s not big enough for anybody to stay lost long. Didn’t the two of you arrange a place to meet? Have some of my tea—you look so tired.”
    I fumbled for a coin.
    “You don’t have to pay, I sell enough as it is. Well, if you insist. It’s only an aes. Here.”
    The old woman rummaged in her apron pocket and produced a flood of little coins, then splashed the tea, hissing-hot, from her kettle into an earthenware cup and offered me a straw of some dimly silver metal. I waved it away.
    “It’s clean. I rinse everything after each customer.”
    “I’m not used to them.”
    “Watch the rim then—it’ll be hot. Have you looked by the judging? There’ll be a lot of people there.”
    “Where the cattle are? Yes.” The tea was maté, spicy and a trifle bitter.
    “Does she know you’re looking for her?”
    “I don’t think so. Even if she saw me, she wouldn’t have recognized me. I … am not dressed as I usually am.”
    The old woman snorted and pushed a straggling lock of gray hair back under her kerchief. “At Saltus Fair? Of course not! Everybody wears his best to a fair, and any girl with sense would know that. How about down by the water where they’ve got the prisoner chained?”
    I shook my head. “She seems to have disappeared.”
    “But you haven’t given up. I can tell from the way you look at the people going past instead of me. Well, good for you. You’ll find her yet, though they do say all manner of strange things have been happening round and about of late. They caught a green man, do you know that? Got him right over there where you see the tent. Green men know everything, people say, if you can but make them talk. Then there’s the cathedral. I suppose you’ve heard about that?”
    “The cathedral?”
    “I’ve heard tell it wasn’t what city folk call a real one—I know you’re from the city by the way you drink your tea—but it’s the only cathedral most of us around Saltus ever saw, and pretty too, with all the hanging lamps and the windows in the sides made of colored silk. Myself, I don’t believe—or rather, I think that if the Pancreator don’t care nothing for me, I won’t care nothing for him, and why should I? Still, it’s a shame what they did, if they did what’s told against them. Set fire to it, you know.”
    “Are you talking about the Cathedral of the Pelerines?”
    The old woman nodded sagely. “There, you said it yourself. You’re making the same mistake they did. It wasn’t the Cathedral of the Pelerines, it was the Cathedral of the Claw. Which is to say, it wasn’t theirs to burn.”
    To myself I muttered, “They rekindled the fire.”
    “I beg pardon.” The old woman cocked an ear. “I didn’t hear that.”
    “I said they burned it. They must have set fire to the straw floor.”
    “That’s what I heard too. They just stood back and watched it burn. It went up to the Infinite Meadows of the New Sun, you know.”
    A man on the opposite side of the alleyway began to pound a drum. When he paused