riends and enemies both…the births and deaths； all of these things that matter。〃 She gestured around her at her own habitation； the floors deep in sweet grass； the rooms tangled with the branches of tiny flowering trees。 Some of the trees； Simon had discovered； had fierce little thorns。 〃As with all dwellings；〃 she said； 〃of mortals and immortals both； it is the living that makes a house…not the doors； not the walls。〃
She rose and stretched。 Simon watched covertly； struggling to keep his frowning mask even as her graceful movements caused his heart to leap painfully。 〃We will continue our play tomorrow；〃 she said。 〃I think you are learning； although you do not know it yet。 Shent has lessons even for Sudhoda'ya； Seoman。〃
Simon knew that she was bored and that it was time for him to leave。 He was terribly conscious of never overstaying his wele。 He hated it when the Sithi were kind and understanding with him； as though he were a stupid animal that did not know better。
〃I should go； Aditu。〃
She did not ask him to stay。 Anger and regret and a sort of deep physical frustration all struggled within him as he bowed his head briefly； then turned and made his way out between the swaying blossoms。 The afternoon light glowed through the orange and rose walls； as if he moved inside the very heart of a sunset。
He stood outside Aditu's house for some time； looking out past the shimmering mist thrown up from the cataract that played beside her doorway。 The valley was umber and gold； slashed with the darker green of the tree…covered hills and the bright emerald of tended meadows。 To look at； Jao e…Tinukai'i seemed straightforward as sun and rain。 Like any other place； it had rocks and plants and trees and houses…but it also had the Sithi； the folk who lived in these houses； and Simon had grown quite sure that he would never understand them。 Like the minute and secret life that teemed in the black earth beneath the valley's placid grass； Simon now realized that Jao e…Tinukai'i was crowded with things beyond his prehension。 He had already found out how little he understood when he had embarked upon an attempt at escape； soon after being sentenced to a lifetime's imprisonment among these gentle captors。
He had waited three full days after his sentence had been delivered by Shima'onari。 Such patience； Simon had felt sure； demonstrated a cold…blooded subtlety of maneuver worthy of the great Camaris。 Looking back a fortnight later； such ignorance was already laughable。 What had he thought he was doing。。。？
On the fourth day of his sentence； in late afternoon while the prince was away； Simon walked out of Jiriki's house。 He crossed the river quickly but…he hoped…unobtrusively； clambering over a narrow bridge； then headed back toward the spot where Aditu had first brought him to the valley。 The cloth…knotted mural that led to Jiriki's house continued on the river's far side as well； spanning from tree to tree。 The sections Simon passed seemed to show the survivors of some great disaster bringing their boats to a new land…the Sithi ing to Osten Ard？…and building great cities； empires in the forests and mountains。 There were other details； too； signs woven into the tapestry that suggested strife and sorrow had not been left behind in the blighted homeland； but Simon was in too much of a hurry to stop and look closely。
After making his way down the river path for some distance he turned off at last and headed for the heavy undergrowth at the base of the hills； where he hoped to make up in stealth what he lost in time。 There were not many Sithi about； but he was certain that any one of them would sound the alarm at the sight of their prisoner traveling toward the boundaries of Jao e…Tinukai'i； so he slid through the trees as carefully as he could； keeping away from the mon paths。 Despite the exhilaration of escape； he felt more than a pang of guilt： Jiriki would doubtless suffer some punishment for letting the mortal captive slip away。 Still； Simon owed a responsibility to his other friends that outweighed even the multimillennial laws of the Sithi。
No one saw him； or at lease no one made an attempt to stop him。 By the time several hours had passed； he had moved into what seemed a wilder； less tamed section of the old forest； and was certain he had made his escape。 His entire trip with Aditu； from the Pools to Jiriki's door； had taken less than two hours。 He had now gone easily twice that； straight back along the river。
But when Simon crept down from the cover of the thickest vegetation； it was to find himself still in Jao e…Tinukai'i； albeit in a part he had not yet seen。
He stood in the middle of a shadowed； dusky clearing。 The trees all around were draped with fine； silky streamers like spiderwebs； the afternoon sun set them gleaming； so that the forest seemed wound in a fiery net。 In the middle of the clearing an oval door of moss…matted white wood had been built into the trunk of a huge oak； around which the silk hung so thickly that the tree itself was barely visible。 He paused for a moment； wondering what undersized hermit would live here； in a tree on the outskirts of the city。 Next to the beautiful； rippling folds of Jiriki's house or the other graceful constructions of Jao e…Tinukai'i； let alone the living magnificence of the Yasira； this place seemed backward； as though whoever dwelled here hid himself from even the slow pace of the Sithi。 But despite its aura of age and isolation； the spidersilk house seemed in no way menacing。 The clearing was empty and peaceful； fortable in its unimportance。 The air was dusty but pleasant； like the pockets of a beloved aunt。 Here the rest of Jao e…Tinukai'i seemed only a memory of vibrant life。 A person could linger here beneath the silk…draped trees while the very world crumbled away outside。。。
As Simon stood watching the undulating strands； a mourning dove hooted softly。 He abruptly remembered his mission。 How long had he stood here； staring like a fool？ What if the owner of this strange house had e out； or returned from some errand？ Then the hue and cry would go up and he would be caught like a rat。
Frustrated by this first error in reckoning； Simon hurried back into the forest。 He had misjudged his time； that was all。 Another hour's hiking would carry him beyond the city's fringe and back through the Summer Gate。 Then； with the hoarded provisions he had quietly stolen from the prince's generous table； he would head due south until he reached the edge of the forest。 He might die in the attempt； but that was what heroes did。 This he knew。
Simon's willingness to bee a dead hero seemed to have little effect on the subtleties of Jao e…Tinukai'i。 When he emerged at last from the dense brush； the sun now far across the sky toward evening； it was to find himself up to his knees in the golden grass of open woodland before the mighty Yisira； where he stood dumbstruck before the shimmering； shifting wings of the butterflies。
How could this be？ He had followed the river carefully。 It had never been out of his sight for more than a few steps； and always it had flowed in the same direction。 The sun had seemed to move correctly across the sky。 His journey into this place with Aditu would be printed on his heart forever…he could not forget a single detail！…but nevertheless； he had walked more than half the afternoon to travel a distance of a few hundred paces。
With this realization； the strength flowed from his body。 He fell to the warm； damp ground and lay with his face against the turf； as though he had been struck a blow。
Jiriki's house had many rooms； one of which he had given to Simon to be his own； but the prince seemed to spend most of his own time in the open…sided chamber where Simon had first met him on arriving in Jao e…Tmukai'i。 As the earliest weeks of his confinement passed it became Simon's habit to spend each evening there with Jiriki； sitting on the gentle slope above the water while the light gradually dimmed from the sky； watching the shadows lengthen and the glassy pond grow darker。 As the last gleam of the sunset vanished from between the branches the pond became a somber mirror； stars blooming in its violet de