Ontari's suggestion that Marcus work in the library helped him settle into his task. Before sitting at a table to work, he explored the collection, thrilled at the volumes. Books were a luxury on the Ark due to paper's weight. Nearly all reading was done from a screen. He brushed the spines with his fingertips as he walked down the first row of books.

After the initial thrill wore off, Marcus found a seat at the table the librarian told him was reserved for his use. It had a pile of rough paper and a cup full of ballpoint pens as well as an ink bottle and a few dip pens.

Marcus started outlining what needed to be told. He started with the space stations, and where their stories diverged, with the destruction of Polaris station and the escape of one person before it occurred.

He didn't realize how long he had been working until one of Ontari's guards disturbed him to tell him that Abby was looking for him.

100 – 100 – 100

As the discussions with the smith's niece became more technical, Clarke and Ontari knew they would only be in the way. They didn't think Raven noticed their goodbyes or exit so Ontari left a guard there to lead Raven back to her workspace and then the tower. On their walk back, Ontari agreed to put guards on Raven, to Clarke's relief.

They talked as they walked about what they learned from Raven about A.L.I.E., and Clarke suggested that Ontari send new orders to the warriors at Arkadia, Farm Station, and the land between. They decided that only Jaha would be captured. The others would be detained, searched, documented, and released. That would give them vital information about how many followed Jaha and Allie. Additionally, Farm Station had fewer hiding places and would be easier to contain.

They walked to the tower and climbed the stairs to the hall with Clarke's suite. They sat at the table and went through the dispatches together. Clarke was no longer surprised at the amount of outright gossip they contained since she realized that no matter how outrageous, it all contained some truth.

They were still working their way through them when a guard brought lunch, and continued while they ate. They finished the reports half an hour after their meal, and Ontari suggested they check on Raven.

They found her in her workshop, sitting on a stool giving directions to Roger and Fay about where things went. She explained as they went along why things should go the way she wanted.

"Hey, guys!" she said when she noticed them. "My brace will be ready tomorrow after lunch."

"Good. Is there anything you need from us, or should we just stay out of your way?" Clarke asked.

"Something to eat would be good."

"Why didn't you guys get something from the market?"
"We don't usually eat lunch."

"Why?" Ontari asked.

"Uh, we, uh," Roger started.

"Let's go," Clarke said. "You, too, Raven."

Clarke herded them to the market. She told Ontari quietly, "I think they're still afraid."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure, but can you have Raven's guards make sure they get fed?"

"Sha, Klark. They should not be hungry."

Ontari hung back so the merchants would let Clarke pay for their food and drink. She found a bench in the shade on the way back to Raven's shop, and made them sit down to eat.

Roger and Fay remained silent, and Clarke sighed mentally. She would speak with them this evening, and for the moment settled for telling them to slow down and enjoy their food.

100 – 100 – 100

Clarke skipped dinner with Ontari to eat with Roger and Fay. They told her they were still frightened of what the new heda would do to them, and were concentrating as much on staying under her radar as learning how to build radios.

Clarke reassured them that Ontari wouldn't harm them. They were to continue in the workshop as Raven's assistants. Clarke stressed that they were to make sure Raven ate regular meals, and they were to join her.

"She's not mad that we haven't gotten anything done?" Roger asked.

"Have you been doing your best to learn what you need?"

"Yes," they both answered.

"Then she won't be mad. I know you guys have heard all kinds of stuff about Azgeda, but Heda Ontari is not a bloodthirsty tyrant. She's reasonable, and as long as you keep showing progress, she'll leave you to do your jobs. Got it?"

"Really? Because we heard about Nia," Fay said.

"Really. Nia's dead. The new king isn't interested in war. Neither is Heda."

"You spend a lot of time with her," Roger commented.

"I'm Azgeda's ambassador."

"I thought you were Skaikru's ambassador."

"I am. I'm doing everything I can to keep us together. You do what you're supposed to and that will help a lot. And keep an eye on Raven. If she acts strange, let me know."

"Strange how?" Fay asked.

"You'll know if you see it. I have to go. I have a meeting. I'll stop by the workshop tomorrow if I get a chance."

100 – 100 – 100

The lift stopped and Clarke stepped on. "Good timing," she said to Fair. "Heya, Fair."

"Heya, Wanheda," Fair greeted her. "I still have many questions for Titus."

"Ask him. I'll stay after tonight to make sure he knows they're your questions."

"Mochof."

"How was your day?"

"Like any other. Lessons and training. Heda was busy."

"She will make time if you, any of you, need her."

"We do not always have time to see her."

"You have a lot to learn."

"Sha."

The lift creaked to a stop and Clarke suppressed a sigh. She and Fair walked down the hall together. The guard opened Titus' door and they entered. An hour later, Fair left the room, but she waited in the hall for Clarke, who stayed to speak with Titus.

"Are you trying to bore her to death?"

"This is the way the Fleimkepa learns."

"The things you're telling her now, the history of each clan, she can read. I can read. You can test us on it. Make us write papers about it. Make us analyze it. Anything but the unending list of names."

"It is our way, Wanheda. You do not have to be here."

"I want to be here, Titus. I want to learn the differences between each clan, their customs and leaders. But there's a difference between that and making us memorize things that have no context or meaning."

"It is our way," Titus repeated. "I will see you tomorrow," he dismissed her.

"For the record, I only see Fair at these lessons. The questions she asks are hers."

"They sound as if they come from you."

"I can't help that. I'm not coaching her, and I'd appreciate it if you would answer her when she asks something."

"You do not dictate her training."

"I understand that. I also understand that she won't grasp everything you're telling her if you don't allow her to ask questions. Just because don't like them doesn't mean they're invalid."

"Os nat, Wanheda," Titus answered and turned his back to Clark.

Clarke glared at his back for several seconds before leaving. She took a deep breath to calm herself when she saw Fair waiting.

"What did he say, Wanheda?" Fair walked toward the staircase and they talked on the way down.

"He said it's his way or no way." Joka growled through Clarke's head.

"That is how everyone is trained."

"I doubt that. It may be the way you've been taught so far, but it's important to be flexible. You can't really understand if you all you're doing is memorizing and regurgitating information, even if it's important." Clarke sighed. "If you have questions Titus won't answer, Heda and I will do our best to get answers for you."

"He will not aid you."

"No."

"I will come to Heda if I need to."

"I'll make sure she knows."

They walked without talking. Clarke said good night to Fair at the floor her mother was on.