But during the quieter moments, Ferai racked her memories for some clue that Delon was certain she knew. Many of her memories were painful, others sad, but she was surprised to find that many brought joy to mind- especially those of her dam and sire singing and telling her tales.

These songs and stories she tried to remember in their fullness, for Delon had mentioned that perhaps something of the sort was where a hidden memory lay. But try as she would, nothing came to mind, and she was convinced she'd have more success at finding a rainbow's gold.

It was in the depths of the second of these nights that she awoke with a start. "Delon," she hissed, swinging her feet over the edge of the bunk. She reached across the tiny cabin and shook him by the shoulder. "Delon."

He came groggily awake. "Unh?"

"Wake up. I just remembered."

Delon sat up, rubbing his fists into his eyes. "Umh," he yawned. "Remembered what?"

"Something Old Nom used."

"Old Nom?"

"She was a fortune teller."

"And she used…?"

"In her readings she had a card she called the Door to the Temple of the Labyrinth."

"Temple of the Labyrinth?"

"Yes. Its door."

'This temple, this door: what else do you know of it?"

Ferai paused a moment, then said, "Old Nom told me that if you are ever dealt this card it means a dangerous and confusing passage in your life, but that if you can reach the door, you will reach safety. When the card is dealt out upright, it means that you will likely succeed; inverted means you will most likely fail."

"Huah," grunted Delon. "Do you know aught else about this temple?"

Ferret shook her head. "No, though as to the card, I can draw its picture, even the words above the door. Adon knows, I saw it enough when she taught me the trade."

Delon took up a striker and lit a lantern. "Do so, luv. This sounds promising."

"Do you really think so?" Ferai reached for the ship's log as well as for quill and inkpot.

"Indeed."

Alos groaned and turned over and glared at them. "I'm trying to sleep here."

"Ferret may have a clue as to where we should be bound," said Delon as he watched her carefully sketch an elaborate doorway.

Alos sat up and rubbed his face and scratched his belly and then watched as well.

Studiously she drew symbols upon the vellum. Then she sketched what seemed to be an entryway into a building. Finally she turned the logbook so that all could see and said, "This is what was on the card: a door carved in a wall of stone. Above the door were these symbols, words, I think, engraved in the lintel, in a language I do not know.

"Can any read this?"

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Delon leaned over and peered at the lettering, then said, "I can't read it, but it looks like Hurnian characters to me… or Sarainese."

In that moment the door to the cabin slid open and Egil stuck his head in. "Is something amiss?" Delon turned and smiled. "No, no, Egil. Ferret has remembered something. Come look at this. -No wait. We'll bring it adeck so that all can see."

Arin looked up from the sketch and asked Ferret, "Dost thou know of a doorway of this likeness?"

"Only on Nom's card."

Ann turned to the others. "Do any of ye know aught of such?"

Each peered closely at the drawing, each shrugging No.

Now Arin gazed at Delon. "Thou sayest these letters are Hurnian?"

"Or Sarainese. They're much alike, but I am no linguist… or calligrapher, for that matter. It's just that I've seen writing like this in my travels."

"And thou hast seen no such door?"

Delon shook his head. "I've never been in Sarain, and I saw no such door in Hurn. But it is a wide land and I was only in the city of Chara, along the coast. I was stranded there for a couple of months three years back. I'd not care to go there again, for not only does a particular lonely woman seek my heart, so does her angry husband."

"Where is this land?" asked Aiko.

"East. On the Avagon. Past the Islands of Stone," Delon replied.

"And Sarain?"

"South of there, I think."

Alos cleared his throat. "Aye, Sarain is south of Hurn, and full of waning tribes fighting over water and land and theology, or so my old captain used to say."

They fell silent for a moment, and finally Delon said, "Listen, whether it is in Hurn or Sarain, what more promising place than in something called the Temple of the Labyrinth are we likely to find a cursed keeper of faith in a maze, eh?"

"Yes," said Aiko, "but if these lands of Hurn and Sarain are wide, we may be a long while searching."

Egil nodded, then said, "If we could only read the inscription, perhaps it would let us at least narrow our choices down from two to one."

Ann turned again to Ferai. "Is there aught else thou knowest of this place, or even of Nom's card?"

Ferret closed her eyes, trying to remember. At last, without opening her eyes, she said, "The stone is red."

Arin looked at Delon. "Does either Hum or Sarain have red stone?"

"I don't know about Sarain, but it seems to me that the coastal areas of Hum were mostly yellow and tan and grey, though the stone might be red inland."

They turned to Alos. He shrugged.

Arin glanced at each of them. "Is there aught else any would add?"

"Just that we should decide," said Egil.

Arin lowered her head for a moment, considering. Then she looked up and said, "This then is what I propose: that first we go to Sarain and find a city along the coast. There we shall seek out one who can read and ask him to decipher this. If it is not Sarainese, then we shall fare to Hum and do the same. Then we shall choose our course from there."

Again her gaze swept across them all. "Agreed?"

One by one they nodded, and then Egil said, "Not that I differ, my love, but what made you pick Sarain?"

"What Alos said, chier."

"Me?" barked Alos, surprised.

"Aye. Thou and Ferai. Where there is theology, oft there are temples. And thou didst say the Sarainese tribes fight over theology, among other things, and where there is religious warfare, a sect will at times conceal itself. And remember what Ferai didst say: if the card is dealt to thee it indicates a dangerous and confusing passage in thy life, but that if thou canst but reach the door, thou wilt then reach safety. Mayhap the dangerous and confusing passage is one through a maze, and given its name, mayhap the temple itself is concealed in a labyrinth."

Ferret took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Delon turned to her. "What is it, luv?"

She looked at him and shook her head. "I can't shake the feeling that we will actually be living inside of Old Nom's card."

Delon raised an eyebrow. "And…?"

"And, Delon, I can't help but wonder whether the card is upright or inverted."