Jude held Grace close. "We walk watcherscript forward."
She smiled. "We will teach prophecy next."
Wives and children slept under watchers' canopy, hearts alight. Mist drifted across seedlings into dawn, today memory would deepen again.
Temple stood rooted, watcherscript sewn into island mind. Twelve wives, two children, one man, one newly inducted brother, woven into watcherscript covenant now stretched into prophecy-thread.
They slept beneath watchersilk, dreaming watchers in every seed.