The next day went according to routine. Clarke went to training and had breakfast with Raven, Marcus, Abby, and Ontari before she and Ontari went through the morning dispatches. Abby went to the hospital, Raven to her workshop, Marcus to the library. Ontari went to spend the day with the Nightbloods. Clarke was free to do what she wanted until supper. She went into her room and knelt in front of the first of Lexa's trunks. After several seconds, she opened it.

Clarke went through it deliberately, and searched for secret places when it was empty. She found nothing unexpected and carefully returned Lexa's clothes to storage. The next trunk had her every day weapons on top and two cloaks in the bottom. There was a slight bulge in the lining at the bottom of the trunk. Clarke felt around it carefully before taking one of Lexa's daggers and slitting the fabric along one edge.

She pulled folded paper. It was old and not in the best shape so she carefully opened it. It was a map, but Clarke didn't recognize any of the markers. She held it so the top of the page was north, but that didn't help.

Clarke got her sketchbook and carefully copied the map into it before refolding the paper and returning it to its hiding place. She repacked the trunk, her fingers lingering on the scabbard holding Lexa's sword, something Lexa touched every day.

The third trunk held more clothing. She didn't bother to open the fourth, which held the furs from Lexa's bed. Clarke put her back to the trunks and studied the map in her sketchbook, but she still didn't recognize anything on it. It had to be important, and Clarke hoped she would understand it when the time came to use it.

100 – 100 – 100

The next morning brought the report of Jaha's capture. Clarke dashed off notes to Roan and Murphy, and one to Marcus asking him to help Ontari with the reports while she was gone.

"I'm coming with you," Ontari said.

"You can't. We don't know what A.L.I.E. can do. We can't risk it. You'll stay here. Titus will stay here. I'll be fine."

"I am heda. She cannot do anything to me."

"You saw what those chips did to Skaikru. She controlled them. We can't let that happen to you."

"You will take guards."

"I know. And I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll send a message every day."

Clarke got up and went to her room. She stuffed some clothes into her pack and took a sword from the trunk. She put the belt on so it hung at her side and adjusted it until it was comfortable.

"I will meet you at the stable," Ontari said.

"I thought we agreed you aren't going."

"I have something you will need."

"I'll wait for you there."

Clarke hurried to the stable and tacked her horse herself. She put grain and a few treats into one saddlebag and her pack in the other. She was ready to go when Ontari arrived. She stood in front of Clarke and put a cloak on her shoulders. "It is still cool."

"Thank you."

"Be safe, Clarke kom Skaikru en Trikru en Azgeda."

"You, too, Heda. I'll see you soon."

100 – 100 – 100

Clarke's guards clearly had orders directly from Ontari. She was never alone, and never allowed to do anything for herself. Her guards took care of her horse, put up a tent for her each night, gathered firewood, hunted, and cooked. When Clarke went into the woods to relieve herself, all four of them followed her. They kept their backs to her, but kept her safely surrounded. Nothing would be allowed to harm her.

It was a small relief to reach the Ark. It hadn't been her home for a long time, but it was familiar. She stopped in her mother's quarters to look for anything she might need, and planned to do the same in the Medbay before she returned to Polis.

Because they didn't arrive until the middle of the afternoon, Clarke decided to put off meeting Jaha until the next day. She sent a messenger to TonDC, hoping that Octavia would see her even though she knew Octavia was still angry.

She was surprised when Lincoln returned with the messenger. They sat outside by the fire, Clarke's guards close enough to see but not to hear.

"How is everyone? How's Octavia? Is Indra recovering? How are you?"

"We are all well, Clarke," he reassured her. "Indra is much better. Octavia helps her. Octavia is pregnant," Lincoln said with a proud smile.

"Congratulations."

"We got your earlier message. What you sent is safe."

"Mochof."

"What's happening in Polis?"

"Skaikru is still there. Ontari hasn't decided yet what to do with us. I don't think she knows what to do with us."

"Skaikru cannot return to Trikru lands."

"I know."

"You do not understand, Clarke. The only reason you weren't attacked is because you are under the Heda's protection."

"I understand."

He hesitated before saying, "There are rumors that you caused Heda Lexa's death."

Clarke shook her head violently. "I tried to save her." She fought tears at the sight in her head, Lexa's pale body on the bed, still warm but never to move again, black blood everywhere. "I would never hurt her, Lincoln."

"I know that, Clarke, but the others, they see Wanheda and think that perhaps Heda tried and failed to take your power."

"It wasn't like that. The truth will come out eventually, but I can't tell you right now. I won't put you in danger again."

Lincoln studied her. He knew Clarke spoke honestly, but still wondered what she knew that could endanger him. He nodded once and changed the subject. "Do you like Polis?"

"Yes. I find something new there every day. Oh, will you tell Octavia that Raven's back to normal?"

"How did you do that?"

"A.L.I.E. sent her to Polis to get information, but she ran into Harper and Monroe in a bar one night. Mom and I removed her chip. If Octavia wants to come to Polis to see her, I'll make the arrangements."

"I will tell her."

"I'm sorry about everything, Lincoln. I don't think any of this would have happened if I didn't leave."

"You can't know that, Clarke."

"Do you need anything? Is there any way I can help you?"

"No to both."

"If I ever can, please ask. Please."

"I will. We will." Lincoln stood. "I promised Octavia I wouldn't be long."

"Tell her I'm sorry for everything."

"She does not want to hear that yet."

Clarke nodded. "Then tell her congratulations. I'm very happy for both of you."

"Chof, Clarke. Stay safe."

"You, too." She offered her arm, and Lincoln ignored it to hug her. Clarke squeezed him once and he let go.

"May we meet again," he said, and she repeated the goodbye to him.