Ezekiel didn't sit, instead, he stood near the hearth.
"Do either of you know what the Architect looks like?" he asked.
Huldah frowned slightly. "No."
Stella shook her head. "I don't care what he looks like. A monster is a monster and he needs to be caught."
"That's the problem," Ezekiel said. "I don't think you understand what we're dealing with."
Stella crossed her arms. "Then explain it."
He hesitated, then said, "There is fire on the mountain."
Stella stiffened. "Have you seen the man?"
Instead of answering, Ezekiel reached into his cloak.
He pulled out a folded parchment and held it there for a moment, like even touching it bothered him. Then he handed it to Stella.
"Look."
Stella hesitated, then unfolded it.
Her face drained of color. The parchment slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor.
"No," she whispered. "No, this is not possible."
Huldah rushed forward. "Stella? What is it?"
She bent to pick it up, and froze. Her hand flew to her mouth.
