I thought I understood it. I’d taken vengeance before. It certainly isn’t justice, or restitution, let alone changing what had happened. I agree that those things would be better, if they were possible. Not even Father can wind back time, though he can wipe it out as if it had never been. But vengeance, inadequate as it may be, is sometimes better than having people get away with what they’ve done. Kebes was going to go on to a new life, and I sincerely hoped he’d learned something in this one so that he’d do better next time. It was the thought of leaving him alive to enjoy the memory of what he had done to Simmea that was intolerable.

To carry through Ficino’s argument, killing Kebes was the best thing I could possibly do for him, for the only part of him that was important, his soul. Kebes had demonstrated over and over again that in this life he would turn away from chances to become his best self. He held tight through everything to his narrow Christianity, his supposed love for Simmea, and most of all his hate for the Masters and the City. He refused reason and justice and excellence. He had turned away from all his opportunities. A new life might give him new chances, with less ingrained intransigence.

Most of the arguments the crew made to me were variants on these three. Erinna was entirely pragmatic, asking what would happen to Arete if they took against us and attacked the ship. Maia was extremely Platonic. She told me that Ikaros had raped her when they’d been setting up the city, but she believed he didn’t understand what rape was. She hadn’t told anyone because she didn’t want to cause trouble, so she understood why Simmea hadn’t talked about it.

“When Kebes said I’d personally sanctioned it, I felt as if he’d hit me,” she said. “Those Festivals of Hera. It didn’t give the girls any choice. I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

“It didn’t give the boys any choice either,” I said, remembering that awful time with Klymene. “Sometimes Plato had an idea that seemed good to him, but just doesn’t work at all when you try it with actual people.”

“But it was a long time ago, and we had sanctioned it—we, the Masters. Me. I had sanctioned it.” Maia was never a coward; she faced her own responsibility squarely. She was pale but she went on. “And Simmea might not have made a complaint because she didn’t want everyone to know. But she didn’t tell you either. You know that means she didn’t want vengeance.” She hesitated, assessing how I was taking it, and then went on. “And Kebes might have learned better since. He seems to be doing good work here. Ikaros understands now. I have forgiven him.”