his way, we'd rush over right now, burn the History, and then somehow persuade them to amicably let us be independent, while trade continued.
The chair next to hers scraped along the floor, and she looked up to see Stipock sitting down next to her.
"The aging philosopher comes to chat?" she asked.
"Aging," Stipock said. "It's worry, not years."
Billin's voice reached a climax. "Does it matter how the vote goes? As long as we own the boats, we decide what laws get enforced on this side of the river!" Some beery cheers arose from the audience.
"The man's an ass," Dilna said. "Even if you were the one who first pointed out that whoever owns the boats makes the laws on this side of the river."
"Billin gets a little too angry," Stipock said.
"As the great Stipock has always said," Billin shouted, "a man who rejects a government is no longer truly governed by it!"
"Is that what the great Stipock has always said?" Dilna asked, smiling.
"I wish to hell no one would ever quote me." He looked at the wood she was working on. "What are you carving?"
"A canehead for a rich old codger from Wienway. One of Wien's sons, in fact, who thinks a bit of bronze will buy anything."
"Won't it?" Stipock asked. She laughed. "Almost anything."
Stipock sat in silence, surveying the room. "Hoom isn't back yet?"
"You know how it is - once you start visiting with relatives - "
"Hoom and his father, under the same roof tonight. Will the house burn down, do you think?"
"Good chance," Dilna said, but she didn't laugh.
"And Wix is with him?"
"I assume so," she said. Suddenly she felt her knife hand gripped by Stipock's powerful fingers.
"Dilna. Hoom knows."
She gasped, before she could control herself. Damn, she thought, trying to cover the reaction. Damn, now whatever he suspects is confirmed.
"Hoom knows what?" she said, doing a bad job of acting innocent.
"I said Hoom knows. And no one else matters. I'm just warning you, Dilna. Hoom loves you too much to do anything about it. Unless you leave him. If you leave him, you'll have to kill him."
"What are you talking about? I have no intention of leaving Hoom. What an idea."
"Good thing," Stipock said, releasing her wrist.
"Damn you," Dilna said.
"You're an idiot," Stipock said. "No one on this side of the river is half of Hoom's quality as a man."
"And what do you know," she said bitterly, "about quality in a man?"
"Enough," he said, and he got up and left, as Dilna tried to force her trembling hands to carve true. She couldn't, and she, too, walked out of the public house.
She went down the dusty road toward the house that she and Hoom had shared since their marriage. It was much more elaborate now - prosperity had helped it grow - but the original cabin was still there, a back room now.
She went inside, suddenly bone weary, wishing she could go to sleep and wake on another planet, as Stipock kept saying people did. A crazy man. For all these years, we've followed a crazy man. No wonder we do crazy things.
The house was clean inside, and the cupboards were full. Hoom, for all his mildness and lack of initiative, was a good provider. She sold her carvings because it made people prize her work, not because she needed the money. And it was like Hoom - to dig up young trees, plant them, and sell the fruit. He only needed to plant once, and he reaped forever, only pruning now and then. His orchards spread from the Heaven River far inland. Tame trees. Hoom thought he could tame anything or anybody. Except me, she thought bitterly. Only I cannot be tamed, no matter how I long to be.
Why Wix? she wondered. And why now? Why a week ago? Why not ten years from now, or never, or always, so that Hoom would never have loved me, would never have been hurt. And how the hell did Hoom know? Too many questions. Does everyone know?
And if Stipock had only been guessing, she had certainly confirmed his guess. What a fool I am, Dilna reminded herself.
When Hoom got home Dilna was asleep, but she roused herself with a groan when she heard the door open, wrapped a blanket around her, and went into the common room, where Hoom and Wix were saying good night. Wix waved a greeting at her, and then disappeared silently as Hoom swung the door