Paris ca to the training ground at the fourth hour.
Not the gate — he ca through it. All the way in, to the center of the practice marks, and stood there.
Lysander was mid-sequence. He finished it. The tenth repetition of the advanced form — the weight forward before the sword, the footwork at the second position. He had it clean nine tis in ten now. The tenth was within reach.
He lowered the sword.
Paris was looking at the practice marks under his feet. The accumulation of mornings.
"Tell ," Lysander said.
Paris looked up.
"I want to go west," he said.
The training ground was quiet.
"Not as a prince," Paris said. "As a rchant. Ampelos’s network has comrcial contacts in the western coalition. I can travel as part of a trading arrangent — the coastal freight correspondence, the Carian connection, a legitimate comrcial purpose."
"And the actual purpose."
"Understanding which of Agamnon’s allies are looking for an alternative and what that alternative would need to look like."
Lysander set the sword against the wall. He sat on the low wall — not the full wall, the end of it, the specific position that put him at the sa level as Paris standing.
"Tell what you think you would find," he said.
"I do not know what I would find. That is why I need to go." Paris looked at his hands. "You told once: Kephon knew his routes were dissolving and asked who was building for the world that was coming. The minor king in the Argolid is doing the sa calculation. There are others. I can be in rooms with those people in a way that Ampelos cannot."
"Why."
"Because Ampelos is a comrcial operator. They will talk to him about grain prices. I am a Trojan prince traveling under comrcial cover. They will talk to about everything else." He paused. "And I am young enough that they will say things in front of they would not say in front of Priam or Hector."
’He has thought this through,’ Lysander thought. ’Not today — for weeks. The session records. The eastern dialect. Varos’s letter. He has been building toward this and now he is saying it.’
"What would you say to them," Lysander said.
"I would listen. Mostly. When they asked questions I would say true things that gave them nothing useful." He looked at the practice marks. "I spent three months at Kephon’s house. I know how those conversations work. You learn more by being in the room and being quiet than by asking."
"And when you ca back."
"I would tell you what I learned. All of it. Not a summarized report — everything. What they said and how they said it and what they did not say."
Lysander looked at him.
’He is describing the sa thing he did at Kephon’s house,’ he thought. ’Total imrsion. Observation. He cos back with a picture he could not have assembled any other way.’
’The idea is sound. The intelligence value is real. Ampelos’s comrcial contacts cannot get into the rooms Paris is describing. Paris can.’
’The timing is the problem.’
"Cassandra," Lysander said.
Paris was quiet.
"She said this season," Lysander said. "Not the next one. Sothing is moving. A decision is being made — not by Agamnon, by soone she knows."
Paris said nothing.
"She did not na the person," Lysander said. "She said: it is soone I know."
The training ground. The morning. The practice marks.
"You think it is ," Paris said.
"I think it might be connected to you."
"The decision she described."
"Yes."
Paris looked at the practice marks for a long mont.
"If I go west," he said, "and sothing happens that changes the situation — sothing I did not plan, sothing that follows from being in those rooms—"
"Yes."
"That is what she is seeing."
"I do not know. She does not tell what she sees directly. She tells what she feels."
"What does she feel."
"A decision. One person. If the decision were different, the weight would be different."
Paris sat down on the ground — not the wall, the ground, the dirt of the training ground with the practice marks around him. He put his hands on his knees.
"She thinks I am going to do sothing catastrophic," he said.
"She does not know. She feels a weight. A decision that shapes what cos after."
"There is a difference between those two things."
"Yes."
"A large difference."
"Yes."
Paris looked at the gate. The palace beyond.
"If I do not go," he said, "what does that produce."
"I do not know."
"If I go and am careful — if I go with a specific purpose and a specific return and I do not make any commitnts without authorization—"
"I do not know."
"You keep saying that."
"Because it is true."
Paris looked at him.
"Hector said: be careful with that feeling. The feeling of wanting to do sothing only I can do." He was quiet. "I have been thinking about what he ant. I think he ant: the feeling is not wrong. The expression of it might be."
"Yes," Lysander said. "That is what he ant."
"So the question is not whether to go. The question is how."
"The question is also when."
"When is your concern."
"Yes."
Paris looked at the ground. He ran his hand along one of the practice marks — the one from this morning’s tenth repetition, the deepest and cleanest. He traced it.
"Cassandra," he said. "Can I talk to her."
"You can always talk to your sister."
"Not as my sister. About this."
Lysander looked at him.
"She does not give advice," he said. "She describes what she feels. You will leave the conversation knowing no more than you do now."
"Maybe. But I want to hear it from her."
"Yes," Lysander said. "You should."
Paris stood up. He brushed the dirt from his hands.
"I am not asking for permission," he said. "I want you to know I am thinking about it. That is different."
"I know."
"When I have decided — either way — I will tell you."
"Yes."
At the gate he stopped. His stop — the lighter one.
"The Varos letter," he said. "Eleven days. You sent a note."
"Yes."
"Three words at the end."
"Yes."
"You have never done that before."
"No."
Paris looked at him.
"Thank you," he said.
He went out.
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Lysander sat on the low wall.
’He is going,’ he thought. ’He has already decided. The conversation was not asking permission — he told that directly. The conversation was telling what he decided in a way that allowed both of us to understand what it ans.’
’He will talk to Cassandra. Cassandra will tell him what she feels. He will make the decision he has already made and it will be his decision, made with full awareness of what I know and what I do not know.’
’Which is exactly what Cassandra told : you cannot prevent the decision from being faced. You can be there when it is.’
’I am there. I have been there. I told him about Cassandra. I did not tell him what to do. That was the limit of what I could offer.’
’Is that enough.’
’I do not know.’
He ran the sequence.
Ten of ten. The tenth repetition clean, the weight forward, the footwork correct, the movent completing itself without a pause.
He stood still.
’Ten of ten,’ he thought. ’Of all the monts.’
He set the sword down and went to find Cassandra.
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She was in the library.
The lamp low, the tablets around her in the specific arrangent she used when she had been reading for a long ti and the reading had beco thinking. She looked up when he ca in.
"He is going to co to ," she said.
"Yes."
"What did you tell him."
"That the decision was his."
She looked at the tablets around her.
"The weight," she said. "It is specific now. Not a direction. A person."
"Paris."
"I cannot tell you that."
"You just did."
She was quiet.
"What do I do," he said.
"What you have been doing," she said. "Build. Be present. Do not prevent."
"And if presence is not enough."
"Then it is not enough."
He sat across from her.
"Is there anything you can tell him," he said. "When he cos. Anything that would — not stop him, but—"
"I will tell him the truth," she said. "I always tell the truth. What I feel is what I say." She looked at him. "The truth does not prevent. It illuminates. What he does with the illumination is his."
"Yes."
He stood.
"Lysander," she said.
He turned.
"You ran the sequence."
"Yes."
"Ten of ten."
He looked at her.
"You felt it," he said.
"I felt the mont when you stopped hesitating." She looked back at the tablets. "It was this morning."
He went out into the corridor.
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Arsini was at the supply office.
She had left the session records on the table and was at the window — not working, looking at the harbor. She turned when he ca in.
She looked at his face.
She said nothing for a mont.
Then: "Paris."
"Yes."
"He asked the question."
"Yes."
She turned back to the window.
"The school," she said. "The family who ca back without explanation. The mother." She was quiet. "She sat in the session for an hour and then she ca back the next morning. She did not need to explain because the session was the explanation."
He looked at her.
"Sotis the thing you are afraid of losing," she said, "you have to let it go out into the world to understand it will co back."
She was not talking about the mother.
She was not talking about the school.
He stood in the supply office.
"Yes," he said.
She turned from the window.
"The knowledge catalogue. Deia’s notation system. Antiphus wrote back. He wants to adapt it for the wound docuntation — the tacit elents of Demas’s thod." She picked up her tablet. "They have agreed to et. Deia and Antiphus. A thirteen-year-old and a senior physician, comparing notation systems."
"When."
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"Good."
She gathered her tablets. At the door — her stop.
"Ten of ten," she said.
He looked at her.
"Cassandra," he said.
"No. I watched the training ground this morning."
"For the water allocation."
"For the water allocation." She held the door. "Ten of ten, on the morning Paris ca to ask the question. The body does things at the right ti."
She went out.
He sat at the table.
’The body does things at the right ti,’ he thought. ’Ten of ten today. The sequence clean. The hesitation gone.’
’Paris is going to go west. He has decided. He will talk to Cassandra and he will tell and the conversation will be the last conversation before whatever cos next.’
’I built what I built. Paris will do what Paris does. Cassandra feels what she feels.’
’The rest is what happens.’
He pulled the coastal watch report toward him.
Three weeks of lower arrival numbers at the northern stations.
’Three weeks,’ he thought. ’Hector said three weeks is a pattern.’
’The wave is slowing. Or it is gathering further east.’
’Watch while you wait.’
He picked up his shard.
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