A breath passed her pale mouth now, and though her eyes still fixed his, she seemed to draw away, blown into some past shadow by her own sigh. "No," she said. "It has all been lost, or destroyed by the old priests and priestesses, the old poets.
"Freeze the drop in the hand
and break the earth with singing.
Hail the height of a man
and also the height of a woman.
The eyes have imprisoned a vision ..."
She spoke the lines almost reverently. "Do you recognize any of this? Can you tell me where they are from?"
"Only one stanza of it," said Geo. "And that in a slightly different form." He recited:
"Burn the grain speck in the hand
and batter the stars with singing.
Hail the height of a man,
and also the height of a woman."
"Well," said the woman. "You have done better than all the priests and priestesses of Leptar. What about this fragment? Where is it from?"
"It is a stanza of the discarded rituals of the Goddess Argo, the ones banned and destroyed five hundred years ago. The rest of the poem is completely lost," explained Geo. "I found that stanza when I peeled away the binding paper of an ancient tome that I found in the Antiquity Collection in the Temple Library at Acedia. Apparently a page from an even older book had been used in the binding of this one. I assume these are fragments of the rituals before Leptar purged her litanies. I know at least my variant stanza belongs to that period. Perhaps you have received a misquoted rendition; for I will vouch for the authenticity of mine."
"No," she said, almost regretfully. "Mine is the authentic version. So, you too, are not that clever." She turned back to the boy. "But I have need of a good thief. Will you come with me? And you, poet, I have need of one who thinks so meticulously and who delves into places where even my priests and priestesses do not go. Will you come with me?"
"Where are we going?"