named it,” Via said. “Il’Sahaj.” “Il’Sahaj?” “It’s Besrithian. It means, ‘blade of no worlds’ or ‘blade of all worlds.’ ” At my confused glance, she clarified, “In old-tongue Besrithian, ‘aj’ means both ‘none’ and ‘all.’ ” “That’s impractical.” “Impractical, sure. But certainly poetic.” “Seems a little far up its own ass.” “My art pieces are my children, Max. I name all of my children. Even yours.” “I don’t even want to know.” She smiled, shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll tell you. But I figure, you can’t go around breaking chains and freeing civilizations with a boring weapon without a name.”





