DANTE

That evening I told Lyanna about the chairs.

She was in the training yard at dusk, which she sometimes was, using the low light for a specific exercise that was about holding the stillness when the visual field was reduced, and she looked at me when I came in with the expression of someone interrupted who had decided the interruption was acceptable.

"The birth room," I said. "There are two chairs by the window. One for you."

She looked at me.

"You're going to be there for a long ...