She heard Indigo’s voice coming from the main room. “Bring him here. Be certain he has no weapons.” Nandy was sitting up in her bed, listening too. She looked at Rachel. “Let’s go.” Neither had undressed completely the night before; Nandy had said they would need to be ready to go quickly, so they had kept all but jackets and shoes on. In two minutes they were out of bed and in the hut’s main room. Indigo and Malgam were seated at the table. Pathik was lighting oil jars. The room was chilly; the fire had died during the night and they wouldn’t be building one this morning—they planned to be gone soon. Nandy sent a questioning look to Malgam. “The far-station sentries found a man wandering. He says he’s looking for you, Rachel.” Malgam sounded irritated. “It must be Jonathan!” Rachel sat down hard; she felt oddly dizzy. Jonathan. Here, in the camp. “Rachel.” Nandy knelt in front of her. “Who is Jonathan? Are you afraid he’ll hurt you?” She touched Rachel’s cheek gently, tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear.
