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For my mother

PART ONE

THE TODA

PROLOGUE

SOHYON’S FINGER FLUTE

1

THE TODA’S LAMENT

Elin woke to the sound of the door opening. It was not yet dawn. In the blackness outside, the rain drummed incessantly on the shingled roof. Elin could vaguely make out the shape of her mother as she washed her hands in the dirt-floored kitchen, then turned and trod softly to the sleeping area. As she slid under the covers, she brought with her the scent of rain and of Toda, the huge water serpents that bore men to battle. Toda Warriors were easily identified by the distinctive musk-like odor of the membrane coating the Toda’s scales. It clung to them wherever they went, and to Elin’s mother, too; it was a sweet, familiar scent that had surrounded Elin from the moment she was born.

Mother, was that thunder?

It’s a long way off. Don’t worry. The storm’s over the mountains, not here. Now go to sleep.

With a deep sigh, Elin closed her eyes. The image of her mother’s white hand slowly, cautiously caressing the Toda hovered in her mind. She loved the stillness of her mother’s face as she gazed at the enormous beasts. Her mother was in charge of not just any Toda, but the strongest—the Kiba or fangs. These formed the vanguard of the Toda forces. Not even the fathers of her best friends, Saju and Chok, were entrusted with the care of the Stone Chambers reserved for the Kiba. Elin’s heart filled with pride when she thought of how highly the Toda Stewards regarded her mother’s skill as a beast doctor.

She followed her mother to the Chambers whenever she could, even if it meant she had to sew, haul water, or do other chores later. But although she longed to stroke the serpents’ hides, her mother had warned her never to try. The Toda are fearsome creatures, she had said calmly, her eyes following their gliding forms where they churned the surface of the deep, dark pool. If you got too near, they would sense you instantly and snap you in two, then swallow you in a single bite. You’ve seen me touch them so often you think it must be easy, but don’t let that fool you. The Toda will never be tamed … They aren’t meant to be tamed. Toda Stewards like me, and even the Riders, wouldn’t dare touch them without a Silent Whistle to immobilize them. She opened her palm to reveal a small whistle.

Elin had often seen her raise it to her mouth. She had also seen the Warriors blow such whistles in unison so that they could swiftly saddle and mount the Toda while they lay as stiff as logs. Once perched on a Toda’s back and grasping the two long horns protruding from its head, a Warrior could prevent it from thrusting its head underwater and move it as he willed. On land, the Toda resembled dragons and could outrun a horse on their sharp-clawed feet. But in their true element, water, they slithered like snakes, with their legs tucked close to their bodies. Ferocious beasts, with hides impervious to arrows, they could rend a horse and rider asunder with a snap of their jaws, decimating enemy troops.

During the spawning season, the Stewards crept into wild Toda nests and stole one or two eggs from the many that had been laid. As soon as the eggs hatched, a flap-like scale over the hatchlings’ ears was partially removed. Elin had watched her mother do this once. It’s to keep them from shutting out the Silent Whistle, she had explained. Once astride their mounts, the Warriors placed covers fashioned from Toda scales over the ear holes to block out enemy whistles.

Elin’s mother’s eyes had grown dark and sad as she gazed at the Toda swimming around the pond. Rolling the whistle absently in her palm, she had said, If you still want to touch them when you become a woman at fifteen, then we’ll see. Disturbed by the hollowness of her voice, Elin had pressed her no further. But how, she wondered, was she to wait five whole years until she reached fifteen? How, when all she could think about was what it would feel like to touch those shimmering, iridescent scales?

Her friends, Saju and Chok, told her she was strange to even want to. Girls, it seemed, were afraid to go anywhere near the Toda. Elin could understand to some extent; she, too, found them frightening. When they plunged to the bottom of the deep pool and slithered back up to the surface, cloaked in black water, it made her skin crawl, and yet she could not take her eyes off them. For some reason, they made her forget everything else. She could have spent all day just watching.

Often she wondered if they slept at night, but she had never managed to join her mother on the midnight patrol. Every time she heard her mother preparing to leave, she tried to force herself awake and get out of bed. But her eyes remained glued shut.

Tonight, yet again, Elin sank back into slumber before her mother began breathing peacefully beside her.

An earsplitting noise rent the air, startling Elin awake. It sounded like wind whistling full force through a cracked pipe.

How long had she slept?

Her mother flung aside the covers. It must be dawn already because Elin could see her more clearly now. The keening sound went on and on, setting her teeth on edge. She covered her ears.

Mother! What is that?

Without responding, her mother threw on some clothes and slipped her feet into straw sandals rather than her boots, which would take too long to pull on. Stay here, she said as she raced outside. But Elin could not possibly stay behind with that noise echoing all around her. She had to know what was going on. Flinging a coat on over her pajamas, she hurried after her mother.

The rain had stopped but the ground was sodden and her sandals slipped in the mud, slowing her down. The doors of the neighbors’ homes flew open and other Toda Stewards rushed out into the street. Their families followed and soon a crowd was surging toward the eastern bluff, deep inside of which were carved the Toda Chambers. It was from this direction that the shrill wailing came.

A huge fissure ran up the gray rock face, almost as if the cliff had been wrenched open by giant hands. At the bottom where it met the ground, it was wide enough for several adults to walk abreast. The guards posted at this entrance to forestall enemy raids were peering anxiously inside, unsettled by the eerie sound, but they stepped aside with relief when they saw the Toda Stewards approaching with Elin’s mother at their head.

Torches burned in the walls every thirty paces, illuminating the tunnel and making the damp rock glisten. The tunnel opened into a large cavern known as the Hall, beyond which branched many smaller tunnels. These led to the Stone Chambers, a series of huge individual caverns built three centuries before by the Stewards’ ancestors. Each was equipped with its own pool, or Pond. How they had been dug so deep, no one knew, but there were countless underground Ponds, each separate from the others to prevent the fiercely territorial Toda from killing each other. No more than ten could occupy a single Pond without fighting. Channels known as Toda Ways connected the Ponds but were kept sealed by gates of thick oak, raised only when the Warriors rode the Toda out for training or to battle.

Now the caverns shook with a cacophony that rose from every Pond, bouncing off the walls and reverberating through the Chambers. People clapped their hands against their ears and gritted their teeth as they entered the cliff. Though the walkways that ran alongside the channels were only dimly lit, Elin’s mother raced unerringly down the one that led to the Kiba Chambers, without even bothering to cover her ears.

By the time Elin caught up with her, most of the Toda Stewards were already there, standing like frozen statues in one of the Chambers. Pushing her way through, she was greeted by a strange sight. Giant logs glowed dimly on the surface of the Pond. Her mother, chest deep in water, reached out to touch them. Elin gasped as she realized what they were. The Kiba! She started toward her mother but someone grabbed her shoulder. Looking up, she saw that it was her grandfather. He was staring at her mother, his face rigid.

Are they dead? he asked.

Her mother nodded.

All five of them?

Again her mother nodded.

Elin suddenly realized that the eerie whistling had ceased. The ensuing silence was broken by the sound of running footsteps. Three men burst into the cave.

The Kiba in the next Chamber are dead, too! one of them shouted.

A gasp rose from those assembled and Elin felt her grandfather’s hand tighten painfully on her shoulder. What about the others? he asked.

The Trunk and Tail units are all fine … They’ve stopped whistling in mourning. They’re still agitated and swimming in circles, but they seem all right.

Elin’s grandfather looked around at the Stewards. Go to the Chambers under your charge, he said sternly. I don’t want any Toda injuring themselves against the rock walls of the Ponds. We must not lose any more!

The Stewards nodded and hurried from the cave. After watching them leave, Elin’s grandfather walked toward the pool. Why did this happen?

Elin’s mother kept her eyes on the rigid Toda, lifting their scales to peer underneath. I don’t know yet, she responded.

Did they suffocate on these washu? He gestured at a thick swarm of glowing insects.

No. Their gills are clean. These glow bugs must have gathered after they died.

Did you administer tokujisui, the herbal potion reserved for the Kiba? Surely you must have noticed something wrong during your midnight rounds. But Elin’s mother just shook her head wordlessly. He glared at her for a moment, then said grimly, That you could let all the Kiba die … It’s unforgivable. When the inspector comes, you will be interrogated and punished for this crime.

Elin’s mother turned her head slowly and looked up at him. I know. I am ready.

He clenched his fists. Really? You’re ready, are you? Sohyon. You know that I, too, must be ready. As chief of the Toda Stewards, as your father-in-law, I, too, will be questioned. They will want to know why I let you, an Ahlyo, take care of the Kiba, the priceless gems of the Aluhan. His voice shook with anger, then dropped to a murmur. Were it not for Asson … If you had not been heavy with his child… He shook his head. No, that’s not the only reason. Your skill as a beast doctor is outstanding. That’s why I defied everyone’s protests and obeyed my son’s wishes. But if I had known it would come to this… He almost spat out the last words and, wheeling away from her, left the cave.

Elin’s knees were shaking so hard she had to drop to a crouch. Mother… she whispered. Mother… She looked up into her face, but Sohyon just stared at her blankly. Gradually, however, a glint of life returned to her eyes, and she smiled faintly.

It’ll be all right, she said.

But he said it’s unforgivable, a crime.

Her mother caressed the flank of a dead Toda. That’s what your grandfather says, but you know, the Kiba have been wiped out like this before, in his father’s time. They’re bigger and stronger than any other Toda, but they’re also more susceptible to disease. Everyone knows that. She stood looking at the Toda, apparently oblivious to everything else, even the frigid water. Her eyes held more than sorrow, as if she was concealing a deep anguish inside.

For a long time, Elin stood with her mother looking at the dead Toda and listening to the indistinct voices of the Stewards reverberating along the rocks from other Chambers. Glowing insects swarmed around the torches that had been thrust into holes drilled in the rock. Many more hovered around the corpses in the water. Watching them, Elin suddenly said, Mother, do Toda smell differently when they die? Or did their smell change because they were sick?

Her mother’s head jerked up as if she had been lashed with a whip, startling Elin. Why do you say that? she asked, her eyes boring into her daughter.

Elin blinked. It’s just … their smell seems different than usual. So I thought that might be what drew all these bugs… Her voice dwindled away. Her mother stood rooted to the spot, staring at Elin with a stunned expression.

Go on, she urged.

Elin blinked again and said, I know that washu live near water, but I’ve never seen them in the Toda Pond before. You know how you told me that different types of flowers attract different insects because of their distinctive fragrances? Well, I thought that the washu might have been attracted to the Pond because the Toda’s scent had changed.

You… her mother began and then stopped. There was admiration in her voice but her expression remained unreadable. She shook her head. Elin, she said quietly. You must not tell anyone what you think.

Why?

Her mother smiled. Some people are naturally suspicious. If they thought you had made that story up to help me, you might get into trouble.

Elin frowned. She felt like she was missing something. Her mother seemed to have evaded her question, yet she could not figure out why she would do so.

Sohyon waded wearily to the edge of the Pond, placed her hands on the stone floor of the cave, and hauled herself up. Elin ran over and grabbed her robe, pulling on it to help her out. Her skin was as cold as ice. Thank you, she whispered, stroking Elin’s hair tenderly. Then, turning toward the Pond where the dead Toda floated, she knelt on the stone and bowed her forehead to the ground. She remained that way for a long time. Water from her sodden garments spread slowly around her in a dark pool.

2

THE AHLYO, PEOPLE OF THE MIST

By the time Elin and her mother left the communal bathhouse, the setting sun was gilding the mountain slopes.

It had been a very long day. After seeing that the Toda corpses were borne to the great stone hall and laid out on straw mats for easy inspection the following day, Elin’s mother had spent hours closeted with the other Stewards in the gathering hall. Elin felt sick with worry. When her mother did not return for lunch, Saju’s mother, who lived next door, fed her. Sohyon and the others finally exited the hall very late in the afternoon, looking exhausted. Elin was waiting outside the door, and her mother took her by the hand without a word and led her home to get a change of clothes. Then they had headed to the bathhouse.

Because the Stewards spent much of the day immersed in the icy waters of the Ponds, a communal bathhouse was a necessity for Toda villages. Copious amounts of wood were burned to heat the large pool of water, and the bathhouse was located on the western edge of the village to reduce the risk of fire. Elin and her mother always entered the baths last, after the Stewards and the women, and used the leftover hot water. It had been this way ever since Elin could remember, and she had never given it a second thought. Today, however, as the two of them soaked in the empty bathhouse, she began to wonder why her mother always chose to come when no one was there.

Although nobody said so, Elin had always sensed that there was a gap between them and the other villagers. Now things she had noticed from time to time suddenly began to fall into place, taking on new meaning. She thought of her friend Saju and the way Saju’s grandparents always treated their granddaughter with affectionate kindness. They even lived together under the same roof, and Saju’s cousins often dropped by to visit. Elin, on the other hand, had never lived with her grandparents. Her grandfather, the Chief Steward, had always intimidated her, and her grandmother never smiled at Elin or her mother, even though she shared rice cakes with them when they visited on New Year’s Day or other special occasions. Nor was Elin close to any of her uncles, aunts, or cousins. She often wondered why her grandparents chatted comfortably with the rest of her kin but not with her, yet she had never voiced this question, not even to her mother. Something warned her not to.

Sohyon was different. She was taller than any of the village women. Walking beside her now, Elin wondered when she had first realized that the shape of her face and the color of her eyes were different. It was probably the day Saju had said, Elin, your eyes are green, like your mother’s. Do all Ahlyo have green eyes? Then, lowering her voice, she had asked, Can you do magic, too, Elin? Were you bitten by a devil? Everyone says it’s wrong to make children with an Ahlyo. They call them Akun Meh Chai, ‘devil-bitten child.’ Elin had smiled blankly without answering. Somehow she had known that it was safer to dull her mind and let such comments pass over her. Instinct told her that if she played dumb and didn’t ask questions, she and her mother would suffer less grief.

As they stood watching the sunset clouds skirting the mountain ridges, Elin snuck a peek at her mother. Do you belong to the Ahlyo, the People of the Mist, Mother? What was Father like? Am I Akun Meh Chai? She burned to ask these questions, but no words came to her. Turning, her mother looked down at her, perhaps sensing her gaze. You must be tired, she murmured. Then she smiled. How about some wild boar for supper tonight?

Really? Elin exclaimed. Wild boar cured in miso was a special treat reserved for celebrations or festivals. We’re really going to have boar for supper?

We sure are. A delicious meal is just what we need to chase away fatigue and make us strong for tomorrow.

When they reached home, her mother told her to light the fire and went into the back room. She returned with a small package.

What’s that? Elin asked.

Ignoring her question, her mother said, The rice has been washed already. Could you put it on to cook? I’ll be back by the time it’s ready. Then she went next door to Saju’s house. She was gone for such a long time that Elin wondered what on earth they could be talking about. Just as the fragrance of steamed rice began to fill the room, her mother finally returned. She knelt before the stove and checked the fire.

That smells great, Elin … You must be hungry. I’ll start cooking the meat. But she showed no sign of moving. After staring at the flames for a long moment, she drew the whistle from her robe and cast it into the fire.

Mother! Elin exclaimed.

Sohyon stood up and drew her close. I’m sorry, she said hoarsely. What I’ve done will make life so much harder for you … Yet to be honest, I’m glad that I’ll never have to use that thing again.

Elin looked at her in surprise. Why? Don’t you like taking care of the Toda?

Her mother shook her head. It’s not taking care of the Toda that I mind … It’s that whistle. I’ve always hated using it. Stroking Elin’s hair, she spoke in a low murmur, as if she were talking to herself. I hate watching the Toda freeze whenever I blow it … To see beasts controlled by humans is a miserable thing. In the wild, they would be masters of their own destiny. I can’t bear watching them grow steadily weaker when they live among men…

Is it bad for the Toda to be raised by humans? Elin asked. I thought that special potion, the tokujisui, was supposed to make them stronger.

It makes their fangs harder and their bones larger than Toda in the wild. But at the expense of other parts.

What parts?

Sohyon rested her hand on Elin’s head and thought for a while. There was regret in her voice when she finally spoke. I’ve told you much more than I should have. Forget what I said. None of the other Stewards have noticed, and if you told them, it would only cause trouble. Promise me you won’t tell anyone.

Elin frowned. This was not the first time her mother had made her vow to keep silent. All right. I promise. But in return, tell me the answer. Please. What gets weaker?

Her mother smiled. Think about it. What can Toda in the wild do naturally that Toda raised in the Ponds can’t? I’m sure you’ll find the answer for yourself one day. But when you do, don’t tell anyone. Not until you understand why you shouldn’t tell them what you know. She ruffled Elin’s hair and then gently drew her hand away. Go on, now, she said. Get some meat out of that jar.

While Elin took out the meat and scraped off the miso, her mother made a hollow in the ashes inside the oven and spread a large lacos leaf on top. Elin’s eyes grew round as she watched. What’re you doing?

Her mother laughed. Watch and see. Taking the lump of meat from Elin, she placed it on top of the leaf and spread the sweet, shredded flesh of the lacos fruit on top. Over this she sprinkled a little spicy miso called toi. Quickly tucking the leaf around the meat and fruit, she covered the entire parcel in hot ashes. After that, they waited for what seemed like forever. Just when Elin thought she could bear her hunger no longer, her mother removed the parcel from the ashes and placed it on a large unglazed plate. As she unwrapped the leaf, a cloud of steam rose, giving off a delicious aroma.

The sweetness of the fruit and the spiciness of the toi had permeated the tender steamed boar, filling Elin’s mouth with a deliciously complex flavor. She began devouring the meal, oblivious of all else. It’s good, isn’t it? her mother asked. When Elin nodded, she laughed. Try pouring the juice over the rice. Elin obediently poured the liquid remaining in the leaf over her rice and took a large mouthful. This, too, was delicious. Lacos trees keep their leaves year-round, even in winter. You can find them easily if you look along mountain slopes exposed to the sun. I used to cook with them just like this when I wandered through the mountains. They’re a good substitute for a pot and they also take away the odor of meat and give it a very pleasant aroma.

Elin put down her chopsticks to listen. Her mother’s face looked so peaceful. Elin had never heard her talk about the past like this before. Now, she sensed, was the time to ask her questions. Her heart beat a little faster. You mean, you didn’t grow up in the village? Where did you live?

Her mother searched her face, as if noting the tension in it. We traveled from one place to another. I never told you about myself, did I? You never asked either … Did you think you shouldn’t?

Elin nodded and her mother nodded back. You’re old enough to understand much more now, she said. Tonight let me tell you about myself and about your father. She rested her plate on her knees. You heard your grandfather call me an Ahlyo today, right? What do you think of when you hear that word? The villagers call us Ahlyo, ‘People of the Mist,’ because they see us as tall and mysterious, appearing out of the mist and vanishing back into it. They see us as peddlers of effective remedies who excel at the healing arts. But they also see the Ahlyo as outlandish strangers, followers of unfamiliar gods. Is that how you see them?

Elin gave a small nod. A smile touched her mother’s eyes. To outsiders, that’s probably what we would look like … After all, we don’t settle in one place or live with other people, and we have protected our own way of life. But Ahlyo is not our real name. The first people who met us heard it wrong, and the sound of it, ‘Ah’ meaning ‘mist’ and ‘Lyo’ meaning ‘people,’ probably fit the image of what they saw. But our true name is Ao-Loh, ‘Ao’ meaning ‘oath’ and ‘Loh’ meaning ‘guardian’ or ‘protector.’

Oath?

We swore an oath to protect ourselves from repeating a terrible, terrible mistake made long ago. My mother taught me that the Oath was more important than my own life or the lives of my family. Because we dedicated our lives to obeying the Oath, we called ourselves the Ao-Loh.

What mistake?

Her mother remained silent for some time, as if searching for words. It was disastrous—a gross violation that brought men and beasts to the brink of extinction. My ancestors vowed that they would never allow that to happen again and they became wanderers who lived in the wild and served neither the Yojeh, the True Ruler, nor the Aluhan, the Grand Duke. Since that time, every Ao-Loh, from the moment of birth, is strictly raised to adhere to the Law … They are forbidden to marry outside their people and they must never settle down in one place. A sad smile touched her lips. Elin, I broke the Oath. The moment I met your father and chose to live in this village, I ceased to be an Ao-Loh.

Elin blinked. But … what about your parents? Where are they now?

My father died young … And I suppose my mother must be living the life of a wanderer still.

Not knowing what to say, Elin could only stare at her. She could not grasp the idea of this Oath or the Law. Why was it wrong for her mother to love her father and live in this village? Why would anyone forbid her to see her family just for that? She frowned as she mulled over these questions in her mind.

Was my story hard to understand? her mother asked.

Mmm.

I suppose it would be … Wait until you grow up then, Elin. When you’ve become a woman, remember what I just told you and think it over carefully. By then, I’m sure you’ll understand it much better. She beckoned Elin to her. Setting down her plate, Elin walked over and sat on her mother’s lap. Sohyon wrapped her arms around her, just as she had done when Elin was small. I met your father on the rocks of Samock. I was looking for chachimo, the purple flower that helps digestion, but instead I found a man lying halfway down the cliff.

That was Father?

Yes … He had lost his footing while out hunting deer.

Was he hurt?

He’d hit his head, and his leg was broken.

So you helped him, didn’t you?

Her mother smiled and gently rocked her. That’s right. That was how I met your father. Asson … He was a kind and gentle man, not at all like your grandmother or your grandfather. He didn’t talk a lot, but when he laughed, it was like a ray of sunshine bursting through the clouds. It brightened up everything. You’re just like him, you know … You warm my heart just by being here. She hugged Elin close.

3

SOHYON’S FINGER FLUTE

Elin stood among the women, taut with anxiety as she watched the approaching horsemen. They rode in single file, flanked by grim-faced foot soldiers bearing spears. Most of the villagers, their faces somber, had gathered in front of the meeting hall to greet the Chief Inspector and his troop. Elin’s mother was there, too, standing with the Toda Stewards, one pace in front of the crowd.

The inspector, robed in red with an ornate sash and black coronet, did not deign to dismount. He glared down at the assembled Stewards. Is it true that you let all ten of the Aluhan’s precious Kiba die?

Elin’s grandfather stepped forward and bowed deeply. It is true. We beg your pardon.

The skin around the inspector’s temple twitched violently. Who was in charge of the Kiba? he shouted. Step forward!

Elin started. She saw her mother step toward him and bow respectfully, her palms pressed together before her chest. I cared for the Kiba.

The inspector’s eyes widened. What?… You can’t be … An Ahlyo? Eyes flashing, he turned to Elin’s grandfather, the Chief Steward, and roared in a dreadful voice, You! What were you thinking? How could you let an Ahlyo wench care for the priceless gems of the Aluhan!

The Chief Steward’s face was rigid. Forgive me, your honor, but this woman has outstanding skill as a healer—

Raising his whip, the inspector lashed out. Blood spurted from the Chief Steward’s brow. He pressed a hand against the wound but did not retreat. He continued to bow low before the inspector.

‘Outstanding skill!’ Of course she has outstanding skill, you fool! She’s an Ahlyo. It’s in their blood. But listen carefully! Being skilled in medicine is not enough. The most important qualification for the care of the Toda is unwavering loyalty to the Aluhan! How can you call yourself Chief Steward and be ignorant of that!

Elin’s grandfather raised his head. I beg your forgiveness. This woman was cast out of the Ahlyo more than ten years ago. She married my son and became one of us. She no longer obeys the Law of the Ahlyo and has sworn fealty to the Aluhan.

The inspector snorted. So you say, but for the Ahlyo, the Law supersedes all else. They will kill even their own children for breaking it. He glared at Elin’s mother. Tell me. Why did all the Kiba in your care die? If you are so skilled in medicine, then surely you know what caused their deaths. Answer me!

Please allow me to explain, Elin’s mother said. Her voice was hard. The cause of death was poisoning.

A hush fell over the assemblage. The inspector frowned. What? Poison! What do you mean by that? Are you saying that you fed them poison?

Elin’s mother shook her head. No … The tokujisui that we give the Toda has some very powerful ingredients. All the Stewards know this. But the mucous film that covers the Toda’s scales has protective properties. If the tokujisui mingles with this as it is being consumed, no adverse effects occur and only the beneficial properties remain. Yesterday morning, however, I noticed thin patches in the mucous film. As I had seen no evidence of this the previous night before when I made my midnight rounds, I administered the tokujisui as usual.

The inspector’s eyes narrowed. You mean this change occurred within the space of just a few hours? Why?

Elin’s mother looked up at him and shook her head. I don’t know.

A heavy silence fell over the square. The inspector turned abruptly to the soldiers behind him. Seize her! he barked. She will be questioned and then punished.

Elin began to shake. Pain stabbed her heart. Mother! she cried, but before she could run to her, Saju’s mother grabbed her from behind and held her.

You must stay here! she whispered, clamping a beefy hand over Elin’s mouth to smother her wails. She was a large woman and strong. Though she fought wildly, Elin could not escape the arms that held her. She watched through tear-blurred eyes as her mother was bound with ropes and marched away.

Of the next three days, Elin remembered almost nothing. Apparently, her mother had asked Saju’s parents to care for her and had given them a large sum of money saved from her earnings. They took Elin home and treated her with kindness. Although the logical people to care for her should have been her grandparents, her mother and Saju’s parents knew all too well how they would feel about that. Saju and her parents tried to comfort her, but Elin’s mind was consumed with grief and fear, and she only registered their voices as sounds far off in the distance.

On the night of the third day after her mother was arrested, Elin woke from her slumber and went to the outhouse at the far end of the garden. As she was returning to the house, Saju’s mother’s voice rose shrilly inside, and Elin froze in her tracks.

You mean they sentenced her to the Judgment of the Toda? Tomorrow at dawn?

Shh! Not so loud! What if you wake the children?

Saju’s mother dropped her voice, but as she was a naturally boisterous person, Elin could still hear her from the garden. But how could they? Regardless of the crime, how could they do that to her? It’s far too cruel a punishment… Her husband said something so quietly Elin could not hear, but then Saju’s mother spoke again. Ah … So that’s it. The Aluhan will hold the inspector responsible if he can’t explain their deaths. So he’s going to blame it all on Sohyon. But to let the wild Toda devour her, that’s terrible…

Elin did not stay to hear more. Taking care to tread quietly, she set off at a run. Guided by the light of the moon, she slipped behind Saju’s house and through the trees to her own home. Cold hands seemed to grip her throat, strangling the breath from her. She must help her mother. She must, or her mother would be killed at dawn—by the Toda.

The Judgment of the Toda: a punishment reserved for informers and traitors of the Aluhan. Elin had heard the villagers speak of it with dread. Bound hand and foot and weighted with stones, the accused were thrown into Lagoh Marsh, where the wild Toda swarmed. She stood trembling on the cold earthen floor of her house. She must leave quickly, before Saju’s parents realized she was gone. If they found her, they would bring her back and keep her inside until the execution was over.

Elin knew where Lagoh Marsh was. It was a long way from the village, but there was still time before dawn. If she traveled as fast as she could, she should make it before the execution started. She grabbed her mother’s dagger from where it hung on the wall. Surprised by the weight of it, she almost dropped it. The blade was keen and sharp. If it could cut through tough Toda scales, it should be able to cut the ropes that bound her mother. She would hide along the banks of the marsh until they threw her mother in, then swim out and cut her bonds with this dagger.

Slipping it inside her shirt, she pulled a lantern off the shelf. The hearth had long since grown cold. Even the embers buried in the ashes had ceased to glow. Elin hastily struck a spark from a flint and lit the lantern. Then she exchanged her straw sandals for leather boots and ran outside. The spring moon glowed hazily against the indigo sky, and the trees and grasses slept peacefully, dark shadows in the night.

Pressing her lips firmly together, Elin set off for the marsh.

It was a long night. Though she walked and walked, the mountain road went on endlessly. Occasionally she heard unidentifiable creatures darting through the underbrush, rustling the leaves. Mother, Mother, she whispered over and over again, forcing herself to go on. She focused all her thoughts on the future. Once I’ve saved her, we’ll leave the village and wander the mountains together, just like Mother used to do when she was young. She pictured the two of them walking through the wilderness, taking shelter in towns along the way. She recalled the taste of roasted boar and her mother’s warmth. And as she did so, the dark mountain road grew less frightening.

By the time the trees thinned to reveal a field of reeds stretching out before her, the dark sky had paled to blue and then to a red-tinged gray as night turned to dawn. She had just begun pushing through the reeds when the