Over the summer, she and Nathaniel had come to value what the keep had to offer. Thomas had not. With no idea what was at stake, he'd surely vote no. As the deadline approached, she dreaded the choice: forsake the keepmasters or abandon Thomas. She decided to provoke the issue over dinner. "Summer's ending, Thomas, and soon you'll have to choose. If you'd like, I'd be happy to guide you through the keep. In the two weeks left, you might still learn enough to make the appropriate choice." "What makes you think your choice is appropriate?" he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I was only trying to remind you there's not much time left to use the screens. They'll give you a better perspective." "What perspective is that? Nathaniel found maps that show an ocean we can never cross. You learned to predict the movement of the stars, but we can't change them. Have you solved any problem or invented anything new, other than finding ways to blame the Temple for all the world's ills?" Orah winced.
