er could have been convinced that the Dominator's true name was in here。〃
〃Wishful thinking； maybe；〃 One…Eye guessed。
〃No；〃 I said。 〃You could tell she knew what she had。 She just didn't know how to dig it out。〃
〃Just like us。〃
〃Ardath is dead；〃 I said。 〃That leaves three possibilities。 But if push es to shove； we only get one shot。〃
〃Catalog what else we know。〃
〃Soulcatcher was one sister。 Name not yet known。 Ardath may have been the Lady's twin。 I think she was older than Catcher； though they were children together and not separated by many years。 Of the fourth sister we know nothing。〃
Silent signed； 〃You have four names； given and family。 Consult the genealogies。 Find who married whom。〃
I groaned。 The genealogies were over at Blue Willy。 Darling had had them loaded onto the cargo whale with everything else。
Time was short。 The work daunted me。 You do not go into those genealogies with a woman's name and find anything easily。 You have to look for a man who married the woman you are seeking and hope the recorder thought enough of her to mention her name。
〃How are we going to manage all this？〃 I wondered。 〃With me the only one who can decipher these chicken tracks？〃 Then a brilliant idea。 If I say so myself。 〃Tracker。 We'll put Tracker on it。 He don't have nothing to do but watch that sapling。 He can do that over at Blue Willy and read old books at the same time。〃
Easier said than done。 Tracker was far from his new master。 Getting the message into his pea brain was a major undertaking。 But once that had been acplished there was no stopping him。
One night； as I snuggled down under the covers； she appeared in my quarters。 〃Up； Croaker。〃
〃Huh？〃
〃We're going flying。〃
〃Uh？ No disrespect； but it's the middle of the night。 I had a hard day。〃
〃Up。〃
So you don't argue when the Lady mands。
Chapter Fifty…One： THE SIGN
A freezing rain was falling。 Everything was glazed with crystal ice。 〃Looks like a warm snap；〃 I said。
She was without a sense of humor that night。 It took an effort to overlook my remark。 She led me to a carpet。 It had a crystal dome covering the forward seats。 That was a feature recently added to Limper's craft。
The Lady used some small magic to melt the ice off。 〃Make sure it's sealed tightly；〃 she told me。
〃Looks good to me。〃
We lifted off。
Suddenly I was on my back。 The nose of the fish pointed at unseen stars。 We climbed at a dreadful rate。 I expected momentarily to be so high I could not breathe。
We got that high。 And higher。 We broke through the clouds。 And I understood the significance of the dome。
It kept in breathable air。 Meaning the windwhales could no longer climb higher than the Taken。 Always chipping away； the Lady and her gang。
But what the hell was this all about？
〃There。〃 A sigh of disappointment。 A confirmation that a shadow darkened hope。 She pointed。
I saw it。 I knew it； for I had seen it before； in the days of the long retreat that ended in the battle before the Tower。 The Great et。 Small； but no denying its unique silver scimitar shape。 〃It can't be。 It isn't due for twenty years。 Celestial bodies don't change their cycles。〃
〃They don't。 That's axiomatic。 So maybe the axiom makers are wrong。〃
She tilted the carpet down。 〃Note it in your writings； but don't mention it otherwise。 Our peoples are troubled enough。〃
〃Right。〃 That et has a hold on men's minds。
Back down into the yuck of a Barrowland night。 We came in over the Great Barrow itself； only forty feet up。 The damned river was close。 The ghosts were dancing in the rain。
I sloshed into the barracks in a numb state； checked the calendar。
Twelve days to go。
The old bastard was probably out there laughing it up with his favorite hound； Toadkiller Dog。
Chapter Fifty…Two： NO SURPRISE
Something that lies down in that mind below the mind would not let me be。 I tossed and turned； wakened； fell asleep； and finally； in the wee hours； it surfaced。 I got up and shuffled through papers。
I found that piece that made the Lady gasp once； ploughed through that interminable guest list till I found a Lord Senjak and his daughters Ardath； Credence； and Sylith。 The youngest； one Dorotea； the scribbler noted； could not attend。
〃Ha！〃 I crowed。 〃The search narrows。〃
There was no more information； but that was a triumph。 Assuming the Lady was indeed a twin and Dorotea was the youngest and Ardath dead； the odds were now fifty…fifty。 A woman named Sylith or a woman named Credence。 Credence？ That is how it translated。
I was so excited I got no more sleep。 Even that damned off…schedule et fled my thoughts。
But excitement perished between the grinding stones of time。 Nothing came from those Taken tracing Bomanz's wife and papers。 I suggested the Lady go to the source himself。 She was not prepared for the risk。 Not yet。
Our old and stupid friend Tracker produced another gem four days after I eliminated sister Dorotea。 The big goof had been reading genealogies day and night。
Silent came back from Blue Willy wearing such a look I knew something good had happened。 He dragged me outside； toward town； into the null。 He gave me a slip of damp paper。 In Tracker's simple style； it said：
Three sisters were married。 Ardath married twice； first a Baron Kaden of Dartstone； who died in battle。 Six years later she married Erin NoFather； an unlanded priest of the god Vancer； from a town called Slinger； in the kingdom of Vye。 Credence married Barthelme of Jaunt； a renowned sorcerer。 It is in my memory that Barthelme of Jaunt became one of the Taken； but my memory is not trustworthy。
No lie。
Dorotea married Raft； Prince…in…Waiting； of Start。 Sylith never married。
Tracker then proved that； slow though he might be； an occasional idea did perk through his murk of a mind。
The death rolls reveal that Ardath and her husband； Erin NoFather； an unlanded priest of the god Vancer； from a town called Slinger； in the kingdom of Vye； were slain by bandits while traveling between Lathe and Ova。 My untrustworthy memory recalls that this took place just months before the Dominator proclaimed himself。
Sylith drowned in a flood of the River Dream some years earlier； swept away before countless witnesses。 But no body was found。
We had an eyewitness。 It never occurred to me to think of Tracker that way； though the knowledge had been there for the recognition。 Maybe we could figure some way to get at his memories。
Credence perished in the fighting when the Dominator and Lady took Jaunt in the early days of their conquests。 There is no record of Dorotea's death。
〃Damn；〃 I said。 〃Old Tracker is worth something after all。〃
Silent signed； 〃It sounds confused； but reason should provide something。〃
More than something。 Without drawing charts； connecting all those women； I felt confident enough to say； 〃We knew Dorotea as Soulcatcher。 We know Ardath wasn't the Lady。 Odds are； the sister who engineered the ambush that killed her 。 。 。 〃 There was something missing still。 If I just knew which were twins 。 。 。
In response to my question； Silent signed； 〃Tracker is looking for birth records。〃 But he was unlikely to score again。 Lord Senjak was not KurreTelle。
〃One of the purported dead didn't die。 I'd put my money on Sylith。 Assuming Credence was killed because she recognized a sister who was supposed to be dead when the Dominator and Lady took Jaunt。〃
〃Bomanz mentions a legend about the Lady killing her twin。 Is that this ambush？ Or something more public？〃
〃Who knows？〃 I said。 It really did get confusing。 For a moment I wondered if it mattered。
The Lady called an assembly。 Our original estimate of time available now appeared overly optimistic。 She told us； 〃We appear to have been misled。 There is nothing in Catcher's documents to betray my husband's name。 How she reached that assumption is beyond us now。 If documents are missing； we cannot be sure。 Unless news es from Lords or Oar soon； we can forget that avenue。 It's time to consider alternatives。〃
I scribbled a note； asked Whisper to pass it to the Lady。 The Lady read it； then looked at me with narrowed； thoughtful eyes。 〃Erin NoFather；〃 she read aloud。 〃An unlanded priest of the god Vancer； from Slinger； in the kingdom of Vye。 This； from our amateur historian。 What you found is less interesting than the fact that you found it。 Croaker。 That news is five hundred years old。 It was worthless then。 Whoever Erin NoFather was before he left Vye； he did an absolute job of eliminating traces。 By the time he became interesting enough to have his antecedents investigated； he had obliterated not only Slinger but every person to have lived in that village during his lifetime。 In later years he went even farther； wasting all Vye。 Which is why the notion that those papers might contain his true name constituted such a surprise。〃
I felt about half…size； and stupid。 I should have known they would have tried to unmask the Dominator before。 I had surrendered some small advantage for nothing。 So much for the spirit of cooperation。
One of the new Taken…I cannot keep them straight； for they all dress the same…arrived soon afterward。