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ow…switch。〃 She gazed from beneath lowered lids。
Jiriki shook his head。 〃No； sister I must be Seoman's guide。〃
〃Where am I going？〃 Simon asked。 〃Summoned bv who？〃
〃By First Grandmother。〃 Jiriki lifted his hand and made a brief but solemn gesture。 〃Amerasu the Ship…Born has asked to see you。〃
Walking in silence beneath the stars； Simon thought about the things he had seen since leaving the Hayholt。 To think that once he had feared he would live and die a castle…drudge！ Was there to be no end to the strange places he must go； to the strange people he must meet？ Amerasu might be able to help him； but still he was growing weary of strangeness。 Then again； he realized with a flutter of panic； if Amerasu or some other did not e to his aid； the lovely but limited vistas of Jao e…Tinukai'i might be all he would ever see again。
But the strangest thing； he thought suddenly； was that no matter where he went or what he saw； he always seemed to remain the same old Simon…a little less mooncalfish； perhaps； but not very different from the clumsy kitchen boy who had lived at the Hayholt。 Those distant； peaceful days seemed utterly gone； vanished without hope of reclamation； but the Simon who had lived them was still very much present。 Morgenes had told him once to make his home in his own head。 That way； home could never be taken from him。 Was this what the doctor meant？ To be the same person no matter where you went； no matter what madness occurred？ Somehow； that didn't seem quite right。
〃I will not burden you with instructions；〃 Jiriki said suddenly； startling him。 〃There are special rites to be performed before meeting the First Grandmother； but you do not know them； nor could you perform all of them even if they were told to you。 I do not think that cause to worry； however。 I believe Amerasu wishes to see you because of who you are and what you have seen； not because she wishes you to watch you perform the Six Songs of Respectful Request。〃
〃The six what？〃
〃It is not important。 But remember this： although First Grandmother is of the same family as Aditu and myself； we are both children of the Last Days。 Amerasu Ship…Born was one of the first speaking creatures to set foot on Osten Ard。 I say this not to frighten；〃 he added hurriedly； seeing Simon's distressed； moonlit expression； 〃but only to have you know she is different even than my father and mother。〃
The silence returned as Simon pondered this。 Could the handsome； sad…faced woman he had seen really be one of the oldest living things in the world？ He did not doubt Jiriki； but his own wildest thoughts stretched to their limits still could not enpass the prince's words。
The winding path led them across a stone bridge。 Once over the river； they made their way into the more heavily wooded part of the valley。 Simon did his best to take note of what paths they took； but found that the memories quickly melted away； insubstantial as starlight。 He remembered only that they crossed several more streams； each seeming slightly more melodious than the last； until they finally entered into a part of the forest that seemed quieter。 Among these thickly knotted trees even the cricket songs were hushed。 The tree branches swayed； but the wind was silent。
When they finally stopped； Simon found to his surprise that they stood before the tall； cobwebbed tree he had found in his first attempt at escape。 Faint lights shone through the tangle of silken threads； as though the great tree wore a glowing cloak。
〃I was here before；〃 Simon said slowly。 The warm； still air made him feel at once drowsy and yet keenly alert。
The prince looked at him and said nothing； but led him toward the oak。 Jiriki set his hand to the moss…covered door； set so deeply into the bark that the tree might have grown around it。
〃We have permission。〃 he said quietly。 The door swung silently inward。
Beyond the doorway was an impossible thing： a narrow hallway that stretched away before him； as silk…tangled as the front of the oak…house。 Tiny lights no larger than fireflies burned within the matted threads； filling the passageway with their flickering light。 Simon； who could have sworn guiltlessly on a holy Tree that nothing lay behind the spreading oak but more trees； took a step back through the doorframe to see where such a hallway could possibly be hidden…could it pass down into the ground； somehow？…but Jiriki took his elbow and gently steered him across the threshold once more。 The door fell shut behind them。
They were pletely surrounded by lights and silken webs； as though they moved through the clouds and among the stars。 The curious sleepiness was still upon Simon： every detail was sharp and clear； but he had no idea how long they spent walking in the scintillant passage。 They came at last to a more open place； a chamber that smelled of cedar and plum blossoms and other scents more difficult to identify。 The minute and inconstant lights were fewer here； and the wide room was full of long； shuddery shadows。 From time to time the walls creaked； as though he and Jiriki stood in the hold of a ship； or inside the trunk of a tree far larger than any Simon had ever seen。 He heard a sound as of water slowly dripping； like the last drops of a rainstorm trickling from willow branches into a pool。 Half…visible shapes lined the dark walls； things shaped like people； they might have been statues； for they were certainly very still。
As Simon stared； his eyes not yet adjusted to the diminished light； something brushed against his leg。 He jumped and cried out； but a moment later the flickering lights showed him a waving tail that could only belong to a cat； the creature swiftly vanished into the darkness along the walls。 Simon caught his breath。
Strange as the place was； he decided； there was nothing truly frightening about it。 The shadowy chamber had an air of warmth and serenity unlike anything he had experienced thus far in Jao e…Tinukai'i。 Judith； the Hayholt's plump kitchen mistress； would almost have called it cozy。
〃Wele to my house；〃 a voice said from the darkness。 The pinpricks of light grew brighter around one of the shadowy figures； revealing a white…haired head and the back of a tall chair。 〃e closer； manchild。 I can see you there； but I doubt you can see me。〃
〃First Grandmother has very sharp sight；〃 Jiriki said； Simon thought he could detect a trace of amusement in the Sitha's voice。 He stepped forward。 The golden light revealed the ancient yet youthful face he had seen in Jiriki's mirror。
〃You are in the presence of Amerasu y'Senditu no'e…Sa'onserei； the Ship…Born；〃 intoned Jiriki from behind him。 〃Show respect； Seoman Snowlock。〃
Simon felt no punction about doing so。 He kneeled on wobbling legs and lowered his head before her。
〃Stand up； mortal boy；〃 she said quietly。 Her voice was deep and smooth。 It rugged at Simon's memory。 Had their short contact through the mirror burned itself so deeply on his mind？〃 〃Hmmm；〃 she murmured。 〃You are taller even than my young Willow…switch。 Will you find the manchild a stool； Jiriki； so I do not have to stare up at him？ Get yourself one； too。〃
When Simon was seated bes