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Chapter 604: Anna’s Determination

Lightning dropped the final bird’s-eye map on Roland’s desk and closed her eyes while his hand rested on her forehead.

“You’ve worked hard.” He examined the map — sketch-form, less precise than Soraya’s captured images, but complete enough to hold a full view of the snow mountain. “Any new discoveries?”

“Snow,” Lightning said. “More snow. I didn’t even see large animals, let alone demons or beasts.”

“Is that so.” He spread it beside the earlier maps.

The mountain’s body was enormous — four thousand meters, he estimated, roughly matching the high peaks he had known from another world. The summit was not the sharp spire he had expected. It was flat and broad, the center slightly concave, like a volcanic caldera. But where a volcano would hold ash or rock, this held a frozen lake, its surface an unbroken mirror. Lightning said she could see flowing water beneath the ice — dark and swift under the thick white shell.

“What did you imagine there would be?” she asked.

“Ruins. Blackstone pagodas. Remains of a settlement.” He laughed. “Frankly, the bare ice surprises me more than ruins would have.” He pointed to the newly drawn edge. “Is this the source of the Redwater River?”

“Within the clouds — I almost missed it. There are cracks in the mountain’s body, some two or three hundred meters wide, and the sound of falling water was like thunder up close.” She turned her head to check the map. “I tried to enter one of the cracks.”

“Be honest.”

She already had been. “The mist from the rapids was too dense. Strong wind pushed me back out before I could see anything.”

“Don’t try something like that again without my permission.” He held her gaze until she dropped it.

“I promised to ask first. I know.”

“I’ll skip the homework punishment this time. Go play with Maggie.”

“What about the snow mountain?”

“We wait until Sylvie returns. I need to focus on the war with the church.” He stacked the maps and put them in a drawer.

Lightning nodded and flew out the window.

“What do you think?” Roland said, to the empty room.

“I’m here, Your Majesty.” Nightingale materialized on the desk, cross-legged, without shoes — just white socks, which he noticed because they were incongruous with everything about her. “The mountain is freezing cold. Who would set up a base there?”

“You think the Megamouth Beasts are sheltering inside the mountain’s body.”

“It’s only a guess. If they burrow as well as we think, building dens inside the rock wouldn’t be difficult. And—” She hesitated.

“Say it.”

“Could there be a connection between their tunnels and the passages through the Impassable Mountain Range?”


The thought stayed with him through the afternoon and into the night. He turned it over, examined it from every angle, kept coming back to the same place: if these creatures aren’t bound by natural barriers, how does any of this end?

Something else troubled him. If the Megamouth Beasts ranged as far as the edge of the Land of Dawn, there should be traces of their activity in the fertile plains. The Union would have recorded it. Nothing in Agatha’s knowledge of the old records mentioned them.

No answer to that. And no time to pursue one — the church existed, the war existed, and a future for Neverwinter depended on resolving it before anything else. Over the past month, he had shipped nearly four thousand soldiers to the Northern Region, along with corresponding supplies and rations. The defensive lines at the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range were being established on schedule. The routes from Coldwind Ridge into the interior of Graycastle had been cut off by the First Army. Soon the final batch would depart. Roland himself would be leaving with them.

The knock came when he had stopped expecting visitors for the night.

He opened the door. Anna stood in the corridor.

“I’ve seen Wendy’s expedition roster,” she said. “My name isn’t on it.” She walked in without waiting for an invitation, and her face was the thing that made his chest tighten — not angry, not demanding. Resolved. The way she had looked once before, in a cold jail cell, the morning he had come to take her out of it. “I can’t accept that.”

He pulled her to sit at the bedside. He took his time finding words.

“The military production in the Border Area needs you. The components for the heavy machine gun, the fuzes for the howitzers — your precision is built into them. That’s not a small thing. That’s what our victory is made of.”

“Not because the frontline is dangerous?”

He looked at her. There was the surging undercurrent beneath the cerulean surface — anxiety, fear, and beneath both of those, resolve so complete it had become stillness. Her expression was always steady, but he had learned, slowly, what steady could conceal.

“There’s danger, yes. But we’ll win. That’s the more appropriate reason for you to—”

“I can work at Deepvalley Town as well,” Anna said. “The Northern Region has iron and copper production. Lucia has agreed to come with me — refining won’t be a problem. Parts can be shipped instead of assembled weapons; the assembly happens in the north, and efficiency improves.” She looked at him steadily. “I came prepared.”

He was at a loss.

She reached up and took his face in her hands.

“I can’t accept being separated from you at a time like this.” Her thumbs brushed his jaw. “This is different from every other separation. You know better than anyone what this war means. Either Hermes is destroyed, or the First Army is. I won’t look away from that. If you lose—” She stopped. Started again. “If I wait in Neverwinter, any news would reach me two or three months after the fact. I won’t spend those months in torment only to receive a farewell at the end.”

The candlelight held them both.

Roland found that he had nothing left to argue with.

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