plenty of blankets over him, and the stars were shining. Breakfast was in a bag on the floor beside him, and Hoom listened to the distant sounds of the boat being launched again.
As the sound grew softer, he listened to the breeze in the branches above him. Leaves were drifting lazily down; soon all the leaves would have turned colors and dropped, and the snow would come. Hoom felt a stab of loneliness - but he quickly forgot it in the satisfaction of being out of Heaven City . A leaf landed on his face, and he waited a moment before he brushed it away. Was this what it was like for Linkeree, in the old story, when he left Heaven City and built his own home in the forest? This feeling of not being one of a city, but of being an intruder among the trees?
He heard footsteps in the grass and leaves outside his door. He froze, afraid of who it might be.
The ship was gone - had someone stayed behind? And why?
Dilna stood in the doorway.
"Dilna," Hoom said, sighing in relief.
"Hi," she said.
"I thought you went back with the others."
"I decided not to," she said. "Comfortable?"
Hoom nodded. "It's a good house."
"You promised me I could move in when the house was done," Dilna said.
Hoom laughed. "As soon as you want to," he said.
"Noyock promised me that he'd cross the river and marry us tomorrow. If you want to."
"I want to."
"Can I come in?"
"Of course, come in. I didn't know you were waiting for an invitation."
Dilna came in, her face lit only by starlight, and knelt beside him. "Do you always sleep with your clothes on?" she asked.
"No," he said, laughing at the idea. "But with a lumberyard tied around my leg, I've found it a little hard to get around."
"I'll help you," she said, and Hoom was surprised that he felt no embarrassment as she gently, carefully undressed him, moving his leg without hurting him, touching him so casually he felt no shame. Then she turned her back and undressed, also. "I didn't bring any more blankets. Any room to spare under yours?" she asked.
"I can't - I can't do anything," he said. "My leg - I can't - "
"Nobody expects you to," she said, touching his forehead softly. "There's plenty of time for that." She lay down beside him and pulled the blankets up to cover them both. Then she snuggled close to him. Her body was cold with the chilliness outside the blankets. She put her arm across his chest, stroked his cheek. "Do you mind?" she asked.
"No," he said.
"Better get used to it," she said. "Because I plan to sleep here for a good long time."
Chapter 12
BILLIN'S VOICE sounded muffled in the heavy, smoky room, though he was shouting. Dilna sighed as she heard the same words again. "That damned History is our enemy! Every time something comes for a vote, Noyock pulls out the History and says, 'That isn't the way Jason did it! That isn't the way Kapock did it!' Well, I say, who the hell cares how they did it?"
Dilna carved savagely at the block of wood in her lap, as if it were Billin's head. It was stupid, this meeting every night in the tavern. Everyone in Stipock's Bay already agreed - they had to separate themselves from Heaven City . The laws had no relation to reality anymore - things were different here. But Billin didn't help anything with his fury, that so infected the others.
Even Stipock, she noticed, was watching Billin intently. But she more than half - suspected that Stipock was analyzing more than he was listening. Surely Stipock wasn't moved or impressed by Billin's talk! But Dilna wondered just the same. Could Billin possibly be doing just what Stipock wanted?
"The History is just paper! Only paper, and that's all! It can burn! And if that's the barrier that keeps us from making our own laws here, then I say, Burn it!"
Oh, clever, Dilna thought. The whole point is to win our independence, as Stipock had so often said, without losing our interdependence. If those on the other side of the river come to hate us, she silently asked, where would we get our copper, our tin, our brass? Paper? Ink? Flour? None of the tiny streams on this side of the river had enough force to turn a mill. But if Billin had