“And what is that?”

“A reason to live.”

She laughed in his face. “The five of you! And all the rest of the world lacks it? Why don’t they all just give up and die?”

“Few give up living,” said Cooper. “Most give up looking for a reason. But some have to keep searching. They can’t bear to live without a purpose. Something larger than themselves, something so good that just being a part of it makes everything worthwhile. You’re a seeker, Miss Purity.”

“How do you know all these things about me?”

“Because I’m a seeker, too. Do you think I don’t know my own kind?”

She looked around at the others. “If I were this thing, a seeker, why would I want to be with other seekers? If you’re still seeking, it means you haven’t found anything, either.”

“But we have,” said Cooper.

Smith rolled his eyes. “Verily Cooper, you know I still don’t have a clue what we’re even looking for.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” said Cooper. “You’re not a seeker, Alvin. You already have your life handed to you, whether you want it or not. And Arthur here, he’s not a seeker, either. He’s already found what he wants.”

Arthur hung his head, embarrassed. “Don’t you go saying!”

“Just like Mike Fink. They’ve found you, Al. They’re going to follow you till they die.”

“Or till I do,” said Smith.

“Ain’t going to happen,” said Fink. “I’ll have to be dead first.”

“You see?” said Cooper. “And Jean-Jacques here, he’s no seeker. He knows the purpose of his life as well.”

Audubon grinned. “Birds, women, and wine.”

“Birds,” said Cooper.

“But you’re still seeking?” asked Smith.

“I’ve found you, too,” said Cooper. “But I haven’t found what I’m good for. I haven’t figured out what my life means.” He turned to Purity again. “That’s why I knew. Because I’ve stood where you’re standing. You’ve fooled them all, they think they know you but it just means you’ve kept your secret, only now you’re fed up with secrets and you have to get out, you have to find the people who know why you’re alive.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“So come with us,” said Cooper.

“Dammit, Very,” said Smith, “how can we have a woman along?”

“Why not?” said Cooper. “Quite soon you’re going to rejoin your wife and start traveling with her. We can’t camp in the woods our whole lives. And Miss Purity can help us. Our painter friend may be happy with what he’s accomplished here, but we don’t know anything more than we did before we arrived. We see the villages, but we can hardly talk to anyone because we have so many secrets and they’re so reticent with strangers. Miss Purity can explain things to us. She can help you learn what you need to learn about building the City of—”

He stopped.

“The City,” he finally said.

“Why not say it?” said Purity. “The City of God.”

Cooper and Smith looked at each other, and Purity could see that both of them were filled with the pleasure of having understood something. “See?” said Cooper.