Hati looked aside. The Keran had let Norit down off his besha, and Tofi had gotten down. Norit’s besha was, not surprisingly, walking with the rest, riderless, and Tofi called out to Bosginde to catch the beast and bring it. The caravan, meanwhile, never stopped. Such small exchanges dropped behind temporarily, and caught up again, beshti tending to seek their own herd.

But if anyone was as likely as the Ila’s priests and servants to be alive with the Ila’s own makers, if there was anyone in the Ila’s service who could be as aware of the Ila’s whims as he was aware of Luz’s moods and desires, it was the aui’it.

Her priests, her servants knew the Ila’s wishes and obeyed her.

The au’it had reported, that was what.

Looking back, he saw Norit had gained the saddle again, in the weary, moving throng. There was no eagerness in the crowd around them. A kind of glazed desperation had replaced fervor and mirth and anger and all the rest of motives that kept men moving toward the unknown, away from calamity.

“Let me take the baby,” Patya said, riding close to him. “I’ll hold her.”

Marak passed her over, glad to surrender the responsibility. “Norit can carry her on the descent,” he said, and added, because with his own experience, he pitied Norit: “Her mother doesn’t know. She’s gone where she goes.”

“Will she come back to be—?” Patya asked, and to her mad brother, tried to find words.

“Sane again? Will she be sane? I hope so.” But he saw no sign of it, not now, not for time to come. “If she doesn’t, we’ll take care of her, Hati and I. And you.” He saw how Patya took to the waif. “We’ll take care of you, too. We’re family.”

He had to promise that to Patya. But he foreknew her relation to him might soon become a hazard to Patya’s well-being, to her very life. He suspected their au’it had been making an extensive, perhaps not favorable, report, that her whole account had gone to the Ila now, and he had to know, before he set out on this risky descent, before people began coming to the Ila, mad for water and in terror of the star-fall, what the Ila meant to do about that report.

He rode beside Hati, not reporting to Memnanan, or to the Ila.

He waited for the Ila, riding within sight of him, to send for him.

He waited for Memnanan to ask him what he had seen out there, or why they had ridden back in disarray. Even if Memnanan had gotten a full report from Aigyan of what Hati had told him—it was good sense to ask the firsthand witness, at least, what he had seen, and why he had changed his mind about Pori.

No query came from either. The au’it—an au’it—rode near them, rode veiled, as she often had, appearing out of the dust.