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Wren’s POVI sat down in it. The seat was flat, and the stretcher was mended, and it was the most ordinary chair I have ever sat in.“Put your hand on the arm,” Osgar said. “Not the paper. The arm.”“I know what I am doing.”“You do not, but you are doing it in the right order, which is more than most.” He had stood up out of it for me,e and he was over by the shelf now with both hands behind his back. “Ask me your questions, Elske. I will answer them narrowly, because that is the only honest way to answer anything, and you have worked that out about me, and nobody else in this house has.”“Then we understand one another.” I put my sleeve up and laid my arm along the arm of the chair. “In 'thirty-one, in a room in the east, with two councils watching. A woman of thirty-five.”“Yes.”“Was she the register?”“She was.”“Was the final entry made in her hand?”He did not answer straight away.“Answer it,” Ronan said.“It was made in her hand,” Osgar said.“That is not what I asked you.” I

Wren’s POV“His pens are gone,” Rhys said. “Coat gone. The index is open on the desk at the letter H, and there is a candle burned down to nothing in it.”“H,” I said.“Hallam of the east line,” Ronan said.“Then he has taken the east road,d and he has about five hours on us.”“He has three.” Rhys had his gloves on already. “He is on foot. He came here on foot, and I have never seen him on a horse.”“Take four men and do not hurt him,” I said.“Wren.”“He is twenty-two years old,d and they took him at eleven out of a house where his mother had died, and he stood up in that copying room when the old man came in and kept standing until he went out, and he has been in my archive twenty-two days indexing a room that nobody had ever bothered to index.” I had my hand on the doorframe. “So bring him back and do not put a hand on him, because if he has gone to Hallam it is either because he was told to or because he is frightened, and both of those are things that were done to him.”Rhys loo

Wren’s POV“Garrick is not married,” I said.“He was married in the spring, in the east, and there were eleven people at it, and I was one of them.” Aled did not look away, which I gave him credit for. “Her name is Sesse. She is twenty-six. She took the chair at Hallam’s house at seventeen,n and she has drawn every instrument on that side of the water since, and your brother has been in and out of that house for two years.”“Then Garrick knew.”“Garrick has known everything since before you woke up.” He said it plainly. “I am sorry. He was at the long yard in November. He came to the copying house in February, and he sat in the master’s room for four hours, and when he came out he had a fair copy of page two in his coat, and I know because I drew it and I handed it to him myself and he tipped me a shilling.”I went and sat down on the bench along the wall.Nobody in that hall said anything for a good while. Ronan had not moved off the end of the table. My mother was in the doorway wit

Ronan’s POVHe came up my hall between two of my men with his hands loose at his sides; he had lost weight, and he stopped six feet short of the table without being told to.“Wren,” Garrick said.“Sit down.”“I would rather stand.”“I did not ask what you would rather.” She was still on her feet at the end of the bench. “There is a chair. Sit in it, and put your hands on the table where eleven men and a woman can see them, and then tell this room what you did in February.”He looked down the table then and saw his wife standing at the fourth seat, and I watched it go through him, and I will say this much for the man. He did not look surprised.“You are here,” he said.“I am the delegate for the ninth.”“You told me you were going east.”“I did go east. I went east on the second and came back on the seventh with papers.” Sesse said it in the same market voice she had used on me. “Sit down, Garrick. You will do it better sitting.”He sat down. He put his hands on the table.“In Februar

Ronan’s POV“Read it out,” Wren said.“You will not want it read in front of twelve delegates.”“Everything in my life has been read in a room I was not in. Read it.”Sesse read it.“Entry two hundred and twelve,” she said. “Ninth of the month. Girl, eleven years, of the north bank. Payer named as Alva of Thornhollow.”Alva came off the doorframe.“I have paid nobody anything for sixteen years,” she said. “I have been in a shed.”“I know,” Sesse said. “That is why I have never written it.”“Then who has?”“Nobody has written it. It has been made.” She put both hands on the table. "Listen to me, because I have nine years of this and none of you have. A register is not a book with a person around it. It is an office, and the office does the entering, and the hand is only how it comes out. It comes out in whatever hand it last learned. It has learned mine, off nine letters a year for nine years, and it has learned his off fifty, and it has learned her mother’s off nine years in a copying