It was not something she spoke of much, Beba said, speaking slowly. She said she loved my son.

That couldnt possibly have been sufficient for you, I said softly.

Her eyes hardened. Your father made it clear that it would have to be.

And then I understood: she had never believed my mother. What do you think was the reason, then?

She was full of anger, your mother. She wanted to hurt someone, and being with my son allowed her to accomplish that.

Someone in Sky?

I dont know. Why does this concern you, Yeine? Its now that matters, not twenty years ago.

I think what happened then has bearing on now, I said, surprising myselfbut it was true, I realized at last. Perhaps I had felt that all along. And with that opening, I readied my next attack. Nahadoth has been here before, I see.

At this, my grandmothers face resumed its usual stern frown. Lord Nahadoth, Yeine. We are not Amn here; we respect our creators.

The guard have drilled in how to approach him. A shame I wasnt included; I could have used that training myself before I went to Sky. When did he come here last, Beba?

Before you were born. He came to see Kinneth once. Yeine, this isnt

Was it after Father recovered from the Walking Death? I asked. I spoke softly, though the blood was pounding in my ears. I wanted to reach over and shake her, but I kept control. Was that the night they did it to me?

Bebas frown deepened, momentary confusion becoming alarm. Did to you? What are you talking about? You werent even born at that point; Kinneth was barely pregnant. What did

And then she trailed off. I saw thoughts racing behind her eyes, which widened as they stared at me. I spoke to those thoughts, teasing out the knowledge that I sensed behind them.

Mother tried to kill me when I was born. I knew why, now, but there was more truth here, something I hadnt discovered yet. I could feel it. They didnt trust her alone with me for months. Do you remember?

Yes, she whispered.

I know she loved me, I said. And I know that sometimes women go mad in childbearing. Whatever it was that made her fear me then I nearly choked on the obfuscation. I had never been a good liar. it faded and she became a good mother thereafter. But you must have wondered, Beba, what it was that she feared so. And my father must have wondered

I trailed off then, as awareness struck. Here was a truth I had not considered

No one wondered.

I jumped and whirled. Nahadoth stood fifty feet away at the entrance of Sar-enna-nem, framed by its triangle design. With the moonlight behind him he was a stark silhouette, but as always, I could see his eyes.

I killed anyone who saw me with Kinneth that night, he said. We both heard him as clearly as if he stood right beside us. I killed her maid, and the child who came to serve us wine, and the man who sat with your father while he recovered from the sickness. I killed the three guards who tried to eavesdrop on this old womans orders. He nodded toward Beba, who stiffened. After that, no one dared to wonder about you.

So youve decided to talk? I would have asked him, but then my grandmother did something so unexpected, so incredible, so stupid, that the words stopped in my throat. She leapt to her feet and moved in front of me, drawing her knife.

What did you do to Yeine? she cried. I had never in my life seen her so angry. What foulness did the Arameri put you up to? She is mine, she belongs to us, you had no right!

Nahadoth laughed then, and the whiplashing rage in that sound sent a chill down my spine. Had I thought him merely an embittered slave, a pitiable creature burdened by grief? I was a fool.

You think this temple protects you? he hissed. Only then did I realize he had not actually stepped over the threshold. Have you forgotten that your people once worshipped me here, too?

He stepped into Sar-enna-nem.

The rugs beneath my knees vanished. The floor, which had been planks of wood, disintegrated; underneath was a mosaic of polished semiprecious tiles, stones of every color interspersed with squares of gold. I gasped as the columns shuddered and the bricks exploded into nothingness and suddenly I could see the Three Windows, not just Sun but Moon and Twilight, too. I had never realized they were meant to be viewed together. We had lost so much. And all around us stood the statues of beings so perfect, so alien, so familiar, that I wanted to weep for all of Siehs lost brothers and sisters, Enefas loyal children, slaughtered like dogs for trying to avenge their mothers murder. I understand. All of you, I understand so much

And then the torchlight went out and the air creaked and I turned to see that Nahadoth had changed as well. Nights darkness now filled that end of Sar-enna-nem, but it was not like my first night in Sky. Here, fueled by the residue of ancient devotion, he showed me all he had once been: first among gods, sweet dream and nightmare incarnate, all things beautiful and terrible. Through a hurricane swirl of blue-black unlight I caught a glimpse of moon-white skin and eyes like distant stars; then they warped into something so unexpected that my brain refused to interpret it for an instant. But the library embossing had warned me, hadnt it? A womans face shone at me from the darkness, proud and powerful and so breathtaking that I yearned for her as much as I had for him, and it did not seem strange at all that I did so. And then the face shifted again into something that in no way resembled human, something tentacled and toothed and hideous, and I screamed. Then there was only darkness where his face should have been, and that was most frightening of all.