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Chapters (40)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraphs
  5. 1. Apollo
  6. 2. Arete
  7. 3. Arete
  8. 4. Maia
  9. 5. Arete
  10. 6. Arete
  11. 7. Apollo
  12. 8. Arete
  13. 9. Arete
  14. 10. Maia
  15. 11. Arete
  16. 12. Arete
  17. 13. Apollo
  18. 14. Arete
  19. 15. Arete
  20. 16. Maia
  21. 17. Arete
  22. 18. Arete
  23. 19. Apollo
  24. 20. Arete
  25. 21. Arete
  26. 22. Apollo
  27. 23. Maia
  28. 24. Arete
  29. 25. Arete
  30. 26. Apollo
  31. 27. Arete
  32. 28. Arete
  33. 29. Maia
  34. 30. Arete
  35. 31. Arete
  36. 32. Apollo
  37. Thanks
  38. About the Author
  39. Books by Jo Walton
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“But you didn’t want to, that time back in Corinth.” I strung more fish onto another stick.

She shook her head without turning around. “I don’t know why it should be. Lots of girls get caught when they don’t want it at all, but lots of women trying without really wanting it can’t manage it. And some who do desperately want it can’t, and that’s the saddest thing of all. I’d give up trying and fretting and just see what the gods send if I were you.”

“Lysias—”

“He’s a funny one,” Kreusa said, turning back and picking up the stick I held out to her. “He’s not Greek.”

“Neither am I,” I said.

“No, but you’re not what he is either.” She sighed and put the fish on the rack. “It probably makes no difference. Some men want sons to be their heirs. If he comes from that kind of family, well. Or even if not, if he wants children so much there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re not too old. But time is not on your side.”

I picked up another fish and another stick. “He says he’ll do all the work with the baby and leave me free for philosophy and teaching. Well, as free as I am now.”

She laughed. “Perhaps he will, but what will you do if he doesn’t? Men, eh?”

“We’re equal here,” I said. “In the City of Amazons there are more women than men, especially among the guardians. We can make a real difference.”

“And yet you’re still trying to have a baby because your man wants one?” She laughed bitterly, then began to turn the fish before they started to scorch.

“It’s very difficult,” I said.

I persuaded Lysias to eat more meat and less fish, even though he preferred fish, but it didn’t make any difference. My blood continued to come with infuriating regularity. At first we consoled each other, and then we stopped talking about it, until at last we only talked about philosophy and politics and other neutral subjects. All in all we tried to conceive a child for six years, with no result at all. Other women seemed to have no difficulty conceiving, even other Masters. I continued to help as a midwife as our birth rate rose, along with teaching and working and serving on committees. Ikaros and I opposed each other almost as a matter of course all this time. Axiothea joked that if we ever did agree then the matter was sure to be settled.