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patron who commissioned the work? That’s so that everyone who reads it for generations to come will see his name.”
    â€œSounds sort of like Naming,” mused Ghoryn.
    â€œAh … but he can claim that he is merely advancing human knowledge. A patron isn’t erecting a huge stone monument that everyone would immediately see as evidence of selling one’s integrity to the Namer.”
    â€œA clever way of Naming, then. And you’d do it?”
    â€œWhat’s a name in a book compared to saving knowledge that would otherwise be lost?” asked Quaeryt. “We all have to do things that aren’t ideal. Don’t you think that there were probably some crewmen on that pirate vessel that had little choice if they wanted to survive? But didn’t the good of saving the Diamond and her crew and cargo outweigh the evil of killing a handful of comparative innocents among the guilty?”
    â€œYou scholars … you could argue that Erion was the spirit of mercy, and not the great red hunter, and then you’d make out Artiema to be the evil moon.”
    â€œI could,” replied Quaeryt with a laugh, “but I wouldn’t. There’s a big difference between light gray and black, and sometimes there’s an even bigger difference between those who claim to follow pure white and those who prefer slightly grayed white.”
    â€œI have the feeling you’re not a follower of the Nameless, then.”
    â€œOh … but I am.” At least of the tenets, even if you’re unsure if there even is a Nameless. “Life is shades of gray. Those who claim to follow the absolute of pure white are disciples of the Namer, because insisting on absolutes in an imperfect world is another form of Naming.” He glanced eastward again, catching a glimmer of pearly white on the horizon, just about where he expected it. He’d have to approximate, because moonrise was calculated as that time when the highest limb of the moon’s orb cleared the plane of the horizon, and that was almost impossible to determine precisely from a ship’s deck, even one pitching so comparatively slightly as was the Diamond .
    â€œExcuse me,” he said to Ghoryn before hurrying across the deck to the lantern-lit glass.
    He checked the time—two and a quarter quints past.
    â€œWhere are we, scholar?” asked the mate, who had followed Quaeryt across the deck to stand behind the helm.
    â€œIf the glass is correct, we’re closer to Cape Sud than I’d thought, more like sixty milles, and I’d judge we’re closer to thirty south of the cape.” Quaeryt shrugged. “That’s an approximation, though.”
    Ghoryn nodded. “We both have us close to the same position.”
    â€œWe don’t seem to be traveling that fast.”
    â€œCaptain knows the currents.”
    Quaeryt had to admit he hadn’t thought about currents. He just laughed softly.
    â€œGlad to see there are some things you don’t know, scholar.”
    â€œThere are more than a few.” Far more than a few. Quaeryt walked back to his position as lookout.
    The mate did not follow, but retreated belowdecks, as if the only reason he’d come up had been to check moonrise. But then, it probably had been.

10
    Once the Diamond Naclia rounded Cape Sud, she faced heavy seas and headwinds, day in and day out. Quaeryt had to lash himself into his bunk every night, waking up frequently, and rising with bruises in places he hadn’t had bruises since his last voyage, some ten years earlier. By the end of every day his clothes were damp, if not soaked, and nothing seemed to dry completely. The fare was salted mutton and hard biscuits, with occasional dried lemon and orange rinds. All in all, sailing the three hundred milles from Cape Sud to the calmer waters off Estisle took over a week. During that time, Quaeryt reflected more than a few times on the reasons behind his