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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 was a man who followed her. Always at a distance. I’ve scanned all their paths and he was close, but never beside her. I don’t think they ever spoke until the end.”

“Let me guess. He was subtle enough about it that nobody accused him of stalking her like prey.”

“Everyone had their eye on her, but no, I don’t get a sense that anyone was wary of him. He’s still here in the village. Nobody knows that he’s a rapist and a murderer. He only did it the once.”

Ram Odin covered his face with his hands.

“I didn’t expect you to be so moved,” said Rigg.

“I’m hiding my eyes from the future. I don’t have to have any time-shifting ability to know what you’re planning to do.”

“I have no plan yet, so you can’t possibly know.”

“I do know,” said Ram Odin, “even if you don’t know it yet yourself.”

“Oh,” said Rigg. “What am I planning, then?”

“There are two courses of action you could follow,” said Ram Odin. “The first is to find her body, wherever it’s buried—I assume it’s buried, and that you know where.”

“Yes and yes,” said Rigg.

“You find it—tomorrow, say—and then the family has an answer to the mystery. She’s dead, and here in the village, not in some other town. But you won’t like that plan because it leaves more questions than it answers.”

“And also, if I go finding the body, people will think I put it there.”

“I suppose they might,” said Ram Odin. “Though you’d have to have been no older than five at the time.”

“They can’t read my age through this mask,” said Rigg. “Finding the body is just too hard to explain.”

“I wish you’d do it that way, though, compared to the other thing.”

“You think I’ll go back in time and prevent it,” said Rigg. “And you have a powerful argument against it, yes?”

“I think saving the life of a young girl, keeping her from being raped and murdered—I’m always for that. Even if she’s not extraordinarily pretty. Is she, by the way? Or is that just fond memory that has made her flawless?”

“She’s more beautiful than I imagined. Extraordinary. Unforgettable.”

“Now you’re teasing,” said Ram Odin.