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Chapters (34)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1: Copies
  4. Chapter 2: Council in Larfold
  5. Chapter 3: Under a Tent
  6. Chapter 4: Homecoming
  7. Chapter 5: Burning House
  8. Chapter 6: Undoings
  9. Chapter 7: Paths and Slices
  10. Chapter 8: Negotiating with Mice
  11. Chapter 9: Getting It Right
  12. Chapter 10: Lord of Walls
  13. Chapter 11: In Reverse
  14. Chapter 12: Choosing Masks
  15. Chapter 13: Where Not to Go
  16. Chapter 14: Opportunists
  17. Chapter 15: Building a House
  18. Chapter 16: Near Earth
  19. Chapter 17: Saving the Baby
  20. Chapter 18: Hiding from the Future
  21. Chapter 19: Council of War
  22. Chapter 20: Allies
  23. Chapter 21: Neanderthals
  24. Chapter 22: Finding a Home for Square
  25. Chapter 23: Erectids
  26. Chapter 24: Motherless Boy
  27. Chapter 25: Preemptive
  28. Chapter 26: Tidiness
  29. Chapter 27: Retrieving the Mice
  30. Chapter 28: Face to Face
  31. Chapter 29: Visiting
  32. Chapter 30: Dispositions
  33. About Orson Scott Card
  34. Copyright

There were no roadhouses, because there were no travelers who were free to stay where they chose. Instead, there were relay stations for changing horses, which only those within a few levels of the Lord of Walls could use, and there were the large houses of the highest-status slave in any town. Rigg, as Wallman, would call upon this person, bring the greetings of the Lord of Walls, and then accept the offer of lodging for as long as he cared to stay. Of course he would be put in the master’s own bed and bedroom.

Meanwhile, Ram Odin would stay in the relay station, in a little room over the stable. He assured Rigg that this was very fine treatment for a personal servant, and he rather liked the smell of horses.

Thus they had made their way for a week from town to town, always on their way to somewhere else.

But even so, people were already bringing disputes to Rigg. So far they had all been of the sort where the solution is easy and obvious, but people’s egos and anger were so involved that the easy solution was the one that everyone hated most. Rigg’s job, in every case, was to impose the easy solution, but to find a way to phrase it so that nobody felt that they had been repudiated or that their arguments had not been heard. It was a game of language more than law. Nobody was necessarily happy, but everyone was mollified, and Ram Odin assured him that they would abide by the decision because, after all, it was the easy and obvious solution.

Ram Odin had almost never had to whisper into Rigg’s ear to tell him of some obscure point of law. In fact, the whispering had mostly been to tell him exactly how this or that person should be addressed. Titles were very important in this land of slaves.

Rigg wondered if they could really be called slaves anymore. He already had a pretty good idea that slavery was evolving into something else, without losing the name. People had so much freedom to make economic decisions—to buy whatever they liked, and to assign their slaves to manufacture whatever they wanted. Some masters hired out their slaves to others, for a fee; others allowed their slaves to make their own arrangements to serve here or there as they could find work.