i lost no more bodies to the specks, and never mentioned to anyone else that hitch's body had been taken. several times ebrooks or kesey spoke of how well i guarded the cemetery, for in years past the theft of plague bodies had been a horrific addition to all the other troubles of the plague season. i scarcely felt i deserved their praise, for i had done nothing to deserve it. i had no idea why the specks were respecting our dead; i only felt vaguely grateful that they did, even as it gave me an ominous sense of impending disaster.

sometimes i thought of hitch and wondered who had come for him and carried him off in the night. i hoped he had his tree and wished him well of it, despite his betrayal of me. i knew only too well the lure of the magic and how strongly it could affect a man's mind. i told myself that i would never fall as low as hitch had done. yet as i looked back over my behavior of the last few months, there was much in it that was reprehensible. the worst, i think, was that i had let my sister suffer uncertainty for so long.

i threw caution to the winds. i would no longer wait for a secret letter to reach me through carsina. i wrote yaril not one, but three letters posting them days apart in the hopes that at least one might get through to her. i told her that i was alive, a soldier, stationed at gettys, and dealing with the most current outbreak of plague. this i described to her in detail in the hope that she would immediately see how impossible it was for me to send for her. in the closing paragraph, i counseled her to consider all decisions carefully and to be true to her own heart. i hoped it would give her the courage to defy my father and refuse caulder stiet. i hoped such advice was not too late.

kesey took the letters to town for me and sent them off with the couriers who daily rode west. he also took it upon himself to bring me food from the mess hall each day. it wasn't especially appetizing; the cook staff was reduced, and the food was usually a cold serving of soup and bread in a dinner pail that had arrived on a wagonful of corpses. but i ate it, and little else. anyone else would have lost flesh on such a regimen of constant work and reduced food. i changed not at all.

i didn't return to town. much as i longed to see spink and epiny, my days were too full of backbreaking labor to make me want to give up a night's sleep to a long ride there and back. i almost hoped that epiny or spink would come out to see me, but i recognized that we lived in dangerous times. i hoped that epiny's nursing of sergeant hoster had not endangered her pregnancy, and that she was not suffering too much in the endless parade of hot days the summer had brought us. i was grateful that she had the sense to stay home and safe, even as i hungered for the sight of a friendly face and a kind voice. i had not known how much i missed epiny before that chance encounter.

all i knew of gettys was what i heard from kesey and ebrooks. some of it was very bad, for the plague continued to rage as if the hot, dry days fueled it. the sadness that flowed from the forest into the town seemed to deepen. we buried suicides as well as plague victims, people who, having lost loved ones, saw no reason to continue. kesey and ebrooks told me tales of sordid crimes, too, of scavengers who robbed the dead left out for the corpse carts, and thieves who robbed homes before the eyes of people too sick to stop them.

yet there was news that gave me hope and renewed my faith in my fellows. gettys was a town that had known plague before, on a yearly basis, and had learned to cope with it. those who had the plague in years past kept the town running. several of the stores remained open, though the merchants allowed no one to enter. customers had to shout their requests from the street, and then deposit the coin to pay for their purchases in a pot of vinegar outside the door before the shopkeepers put their purchases out in the street for them to collect. it sounded like a complicated process, yet most customers were grateful to be able to get supplies at all.

a different order emerged in the town. men and women judged too feeble to be employed at any other part of the year were now in demand. these former plague victims could nurse families, care for livestock, and perform other chores for households where the plague was rampant. i saw a different side of gettys. i had wondered previously why the regiment kept within its ranks so many soldiers who suffered impaired health due to previous bouts of speck plague. now i understood, as they became the backbone of the regiment during a time when the hearty and hale were either in hiding from the plague or succumbing to their first bouts of it. the plague that the specks had thought would drive the gernians away had, indeed, "winnowed" us, so that those who remained in gettys were stronger than before. as the people here acquired immunity, they found a niche in the society. surviving the plague in gettys actually increased the chance that folk would remain in the town, for only there could they have their yearly season of strength.