Helen celebrates her eighth birthday by baking all her favourite people a cake again. And then she goes away with Kas, to Iceland and Russia and back by way of Alaska.
When they fly in, Kas on Petaal's cloudpine and Helen on her own, Helen is wearing blue jeans and a pink T-shirt.
"What if I'm not a bird?" says Kalavar. "What then? I don't think I'm not a bird. But I don't know what being a bird or not a bird feels like, we're not that old yet."
"Me neither," says Kalavar. "But if I'm not then I'm not, and that's just how we are. We won't know until I settle. If I do."
"I don't know!" exclaims Helen. "I think I'm a witch. I can do all the witch things I've tried, so far."
"Is 'wearing silks all the time' the kind of witch thing you mean? I don't think that's the kind of witch thing I mean. I mean the kind of stuff that mortals really can't do. I can do all that."
"I can do the kinds of witch things that are about being a witch," says Helen, "but I don't always decide to do all the witch things that are about witches deciding to do stuff some particular way. Because - if I just feel like doing something some way, and it's not hurting anybody just by me doing that, then that's important. Even if I don't have a really good reason, or if people think I'm weird, it's important that I want to do the thing."
Whee.
[All right,] he says, [well - Sue. Sue is me from another world. I don't mean another world like the kind you already know about; I mean that every world you've ever heard of is all part of one collection called Alethia, and there are more whole collections out there. Sue's is called Peace and there's only one world in it. Me and Isabella found a way to get to different collections - we just call them 'worlds', we didn't realize worlds could have more worlds in them until we'd already been calling them that for a while, I know it's confusing. And in different world-collections, there can be different versions of the same people.]