“And if I refuse to make that choice?”
“It will be made for you.”
Now I know the reason Mother Agnes kept no written record of where I came from. Magister Thomas, too. He may have been truthful about shielding Remi and Mistress la Fontaine and the Sanctum by not saying he was in the Quarter that night, but he was also protecting me.
I don’t know what else to say. “Thank you. For everything.”
“Moon keep you, Catrin.” The silver of her eyes gleams as Athene steps back into the shadow. “Until we meet again.”
As her shape melts completely into the dark alley, I turn to face the Sanctum on the hilltop, which glows a ghostly white even in just starlight. For a long moment I stand there, in the no-man’s-land between the People of the Sun and the People of the Moon.
Then I cross the divide and head home.